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

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

I am the master! I stretch forth my hands, even to the skies! I lay my hands upon the stars, as on the crystal wheels of the harmonica. Now fast, now….

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 m….

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 thoug….

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