If We Must Die, Let It Not

Nations, Like Plants And Human Beings, Grow. And If The Development Is Thwarted They Are Dwarfed And Overshadowed.

Human Dignity Is More Precious Than Prestige.

Idealism Is Like A Castle In The Air If It Is Not Based On A Solid Foundation Of Social And Political Realism.

The Shivering Birds Beneath The Eaves Have Sheltered For The Night.

Upon The Clothes Behind The Tenement, That Hang Like Ghosts Suspended From The Lines, Linking Each Flat, But To Each Indifferent, Incongruous And Strange The Moonlight Shines.