God Changes Appearances Every Second. Blessed Is

Cursed Be All Those On Land And Sea Who Eat Their Fill, Cursed Be All Those Who Starve Yet Raise No Hand In Protest, Cursed Be All The Bread, The Wine, The Meat Which Day By Day Descends Deep In The Entrails Of The Exploited Man And Turns Not Into Freedom's Cry, The Murderer's Ruthless Knife!

God Changes His Appearance Every Second. Blessed Is The Man Who Can Recognize Him In All His Disguises.

You Have Your Brush, You Have Your Colors, You Paint The Paradise, Then In You Go.

My Soul Comes From Better Worlds And I Have An Incurable Homesickness Of The Stars.

True Teachers Are Those Who Use Themselves As Bridges Over Which They Invite Their Students To Cross; Then, Having Facilitated Their Crossing, Joyfully Collapse, Encouraging Them To Create Their Own.