All men know their children mean more than life.
Few have greater riches than the joy That comes to us in visions, In dreams which nobody can take away.
Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.
Only a madman would give good for evil
There is no harbor of peace from the changing waves of joy and despair.
No man on earth is truly free, All are slaves of money or necessity. Public opinion or fear of prosecution forces each one, against his conscience, to conform.