Work is love made visible.
Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.
The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.
Life is weaker than Death and Death is weaker than Truth.
In friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.
Spare me the political events and power struggles, as the whole earth is my homeland and all men are my fellow countrymen.