Men are like the stars; some generate their own light while others reflect the brilliance they receive.

We light the oven so that everyone may bake bread in it.

Mountains culminate in peaks, and nations in men.

Of all the light they receive from the sun, they only reflect a tiny portion of it which is one thing we think might be characteristic of liquid hydrocarbons like ethane.

Only those who spread treachery, fire, and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity.

Culture, which makes talent shine, is not completely ours either, nor can we place it solely at our disposal. Rather, it belongs mainly to our country, which gave it to us, and to humanity, from which we receive it as a birthright.