Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dreams shall never die.
Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.
We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.