Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.

This is the age in which hills can look down upon the mountains.

Other famous men, those of much talk and few deeds, soon evaporate. Action is the dignity of greatness.

In truth, men speak too much of danger.

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.

But love, like the sun that it is, sets afire and melts everything. what greed and privilege to build up over whole centuries the indignation of a pious spirit, with its natural following of oppressed souls, will cast down with a single shove.

Mountains culminate in peaks, and nations in men.