When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist. Votes: 13
Keep your language. Love its sounds, its modulation, its rhythm. But try to march together with men of different languages, remote from your own, who wish like you for a more just and human world. Votes: 11
Without justice and love, peace will always be a great illusion. Votes: 3