I Do Not Murmur, Even If My

I Wept In My Dreams. I Dreamed You Lay In The Grave; I Awoke, And The Tears Still Poured Down My Cheeks. I Wept In My Dreams, I Dreamed You Had Left Me; I Awoke And I Went On Weeping Long And Bitterly. I Wept In My Dreams, I Dreamed You Were Still Kind To Me; I Awoke, And Still The Flow Of My Tears Streams On.

We Should Forgive Our Enemies, But Not Before They Are Hanged

Every Age Has Its Problem, By Solving Which Humanity Is Helped Forward.

Write . . . Write . . . Pencil . . . Paper.

In These Times We Fight For Ideas And Newspapers Are Our Fortress.