For justice and authority are not hollow formulas--they are life, the most of life there can be; they are mankind, they are mankind in all places and all times.

These words, justice and authority, do not echo in an abstract sphere.

They are rooted in the human being.

They overflow and palpitate.

When I demand justice, I am not groping in a dream, I am crying from the depths of all unhappy hearts.
Such are they, that mountain of people heaped on the ground like metal for the roads, overwhelmed by unhappiness, debased by charity and asking for it, bound to the rich by urgent necessity, entangled in the wheels of a single machine, the machine of frightful repetition.