Every Noble Work Is At First Impossible.

Let Each Become All That He Was Created Capable Of Being.

Hunger Whets Everything, Especially Suspicion And Indignation.

With Union Grounded On Falsehood And Ordering Us To Speak And Act Lies, We Will Not Have Anything To Do. Peace? A Brutal Lethargy Is Peaceable; The Noisome Is Peaceable. We Hope For A Living Peace, Not A Dead One!

Also, What Mountains Of Dead Ashes, Wreck And Burnt Bones, Does Assiduous Pedantry Dig Up From The Past Time And Name It History.

Acorns Are Planted Silently By Some Unnoticed Breeze.