Look hence, ye wretched ones, upon those blessed fields ye now flit through as thralls, as aliens. Free shall ye wander there, free from the yoke of the living, free from the chains of the dead. What Nature made, what men have tilled and turned into a fruitful garden, belongs to men, the needy, and none shall come and say, "To me alone belongs all this; ye are but guests I tolerate so long as I may please, and they shall yield me tribute, guests I drive forth when so inclined. To me belongs what Nature made, what Man has wrought, and the living needs." Away with that lie; to Need alone belongs what satisfies it, and such is offered in abundance by Nature and your own strong arm.
— RICHARD WAGNER, The Revolution, Prose Works, Vol. VIII., Chap. 14, p. 235. (Translation of W. A. Ellis.)