Development Develops Inequality.

The Big Bankers Of The World, Who Practise The Terrorism Of Money, Are More Powerful Than Kings And Field Marshals, Even More Than The Pope Of Rome Himself. They Never Dirty Their Hands. They Kill No-one: They Limit Themselves To Applauding The Show.

If The Past Has Nothing To Say To The Present, History May Go On Sleeping Undisturbed In The Closet Where The System Keeps Its Old Disguises.

Utopia Lies At The Horizon. When I Draw Nearer By Two Steps, It Retreats Two Steps. If I Proceed Ten Steps Forward, It Swiftly Slips Ten Steps Ahead. No Matter How Far I Go, I Can Never Reach It. What, Then, Is The Purpose Of Utopia? It Is To Cause Us To Advance.

So Many Stories, And To Choose Which Ones To Tell And How To Tell Them. The Words, They Will Tap Me On The Shoulder And They Will Speak To Me: Tell Me! Tell Me! The Stories Choose Me.

We Are What We Do, Especially What We Do To Change What We Are.