“Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”

— István Küzmics

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Vi szte szol zemlé: csi sze szol szkvari, sz kim sze bode solila? Nika ne valá vecs: nego da sz vő vr'ze, i szklácsi od lüdi. Vi szte szvetloszt etoga szvêta. Nemore meszto szkrito bidti, stero je na velikom brêgi polo'zeno. Niti ne vu'zgéjo poszvêta: naj ga pod korcz denejo: nego v poszvecsnyek, i szvêti vszêm, ki szo v hi'zi. Tak sze naj szvêti szvetloszt vasa pred lüdmi: da vidijo vasa dobra dela, i dicsijo Ocso vasega, ki je vu nebészaj.

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