“The nectar of life is sweet only when shared with others.”

I weave them into rainbows, harmonies. I feel immortality! I create immortality!

Then shoulder to shoulder! Let us engirdle the little circle of the earth with the chains that bind us to each other.

To one end let us aim our thoughts, and to one end let us aim our souls. Hail, dawn of liberty, behind thee is the redeeming sun.

I lay my hands upon the stars, as on the crystal wheels of the harmonica. Now fast, now slow, as my soul wills, I turn the stars.

Whoever comes to me, will be free and equal, because I am freedom.

Now my soul is incarnate in my country

My body has swallowed her soul, And I and my country are one. My name is million, for I love and suffer for millions.

You [Chopin] have in your fingers an orchestra of butterflies.

I am the master! I stretch forth my hands, even to the skies!

Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live.

He has not tasted the nectar of true faith; when he has tasted it, he becomes quiet and full of peace.

It noiselessly drinks the nectar. So long as a man quarrels and disputes about doctrines and dogmas

The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.