اشتغلت لتعيش .. ثم أحبت لتعيش أيضًا لأن للقلب جوعه دون شك - Victor Hugo

Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.

Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.

لا قوة كقوة الضمير ولا مجد كمجد الذكاء