There Can Be No Tyrants Where There

The Appetite Is Sharpened By The First Bites.

I Go Where There Are No Slaves, Hangmen Or Oppressors; Where Faith Does Not Kill; Where The One Who Reigns Is God.

No Good Water Comes From A Muddy Spring. No Sweet Fruit Comes From A Bitter Seed.

Genius Has No Country. It Blossoms Everywhere. Genius Is Like The Light, The Air. It Is The Heritage Of All.

To The Questioning Glance Of Love, As It Flashes Out And Then Conceals Itself, Speech Has No Reply; The Smile, The Kiss, The Sigh Answer.