The Only Way To Be

Everything That Divides Men, Everything That Separates Or Herds Men Together In Categories, Is A Sin Against Humanity.

Socialist Ideology, Like So Many Others, Has Two Main Dangers. One Stems From Confused And Incomplete Readings Of Foreign Texts, And The Other From The Arrogance And Hidden Rage Of Those Who, In Order To Climb Up In The World, Pretend To Be Frantic Defenders Of The Helpless So As To Have Shoulders On Which To Stand.

Books Console Us, Calm Us, Prepare Us, Enrich Us And Redeem Us.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.

I Know That When The World Surrenders, Pallid, To Repose, The Murmur Of A Tranquil Stream Through The Deep Silence Flows.