“… two challenging ideas: old and new … two men: one of the past and one of the future. Which one are you?”
“Are you a politician asking what your
country can do for you or a zealous one asking what you can do for your
country? If you are the first, then you are a parasite; if the second,
then you are an oasis in a desert …”
“… two processions: One procession is of
old people … The other is a procession of young men … I tell you that
the children of yesteryears are walking in the funeral of the era that
they created for themselves. They are pulling a rotted rope that might
break soon and cause them to drop into a forgotten abyss … But the
children of tomorrow are the ones called by life, and they follow it
with steady steps and heads high, they are the dawn of new frontiers, no
smoke will veil their eyes and no jingle of chains will drown their
voices. They are few in number, but the difference is as between a grain
of wheat and a stack of hay. No one knows them but they know each
other, they are like the summits, which can see and hear each other –not
like caves, which cannot hear or see. They are the seed dropped by the
hand of God in the field, breaking through its pod and waving its
sapling leaves before the face of the sun. It shall grow into a mighty
tree, its root in the heart of the earth and its branches high in the
sky."
