Man, it's your right and duty to be free.

There is no destiny – free will more or less free! More or less in crowded.

There is a kind of courage beyond all others – that of being dignified, free.

Man – a piece of living clay, swinging between flight and tears.

Must not lose you, must not lose eachother, I am telling you. You look at me with restraint, a kind of sadness, as if you know beforehand that tomorrow, or even today, walking together will no longer be possible, you and I – reason and man.

What is the price of a man's like? Up or down? they asked...