In The Maxim Of The

Our Most Merciless Enemy Is Our Past.

Intellectual Force Is Qualitatively The First And Foremost Productive Force, And Concern For Its Rapid Growth Should Be The Ardent Concern Of All Classes.

Everywhere, Within Man And Without, There Is Devastation, Instability, Chaos, And Evidence Of Some Prolonged Rout.

Politics Is The Soil In Which The Nettle Of Poisonous Enmity, Evil Suspicions, Shameless Lies, Slander, Morbid Ambitions, And Disrespect For The Individual Grows Rapidly And Luxuriantly. Name Anything Bad In Man And It Is Precisely In The Soil Of Political Struggle That It Grows With Particular Liveliness And Abundance.

The Poor Are Always Rich In Children, And In The Dirt And Ditches Of This Street There Are Groups Of Them From Morning To Night, Hungry, Naked And Dirty. Children Are The Living Flowers Of The Earth, But These Had The Appearance Of Flowers That Have Faded Prematurely, Because They Grew In Ground Where There Was No Healthy Nourishment.