Cci toi ucidem ce ni-i drag i-ntindem morii prada, Unii ucid cu desmierdri, Muli cu priviri de-otrav, Cei

lai ucid cu srutri Iar cei viteji cu spada

When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long, And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong, Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose.
Pictura in biserica e aidoma lumanarii intr-o incapere cufundata in intuneric-o folosim pentru a vedea mai bine.E puntea intre noi si Dumnezeu.Lumanarea insa nu e nici protestanta nici catolica.(Tracy Chevalier)