The individual has become a mere cog in an enormous organization of things and powers which tear from his hands all progress, spirituality, and value in order to transform them from their subjective form into the form of a purely objective life.

Le soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie, verse l'amour brûlant à la terre ravie.

I write because I cannot scream.

我不等待机会，我创造机会。