Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain, Ye who have paid for your bliss with great sorrow... - William Morris

Slayer of the Winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the Summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain, Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.

Que cherchons-nous à accomplir ? Changer l’organisation sociale sur laquelle repose la prodigieuse structure de l’organisation de la civilisation, qui s’est construite au cours de siècles de conflits, au sein de systèmes vieillissants ou moribonds, conflits dont l’issue fut la victoire de la civilisation moderne sur les conditions naturelles de la vie

"God grant indeed thy words are not for nought! Then shalt thou save me, since for many a day To such a dreadful life I have been brought: Nor will I spare with all my heart to pay What man soever takes my grief away; Ah! I will love thee, if thou lovest me But well enough my saviour now to be.