If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, If we must die, O let us nobly die.

If we must die, O let us nobly die.

If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, If we must die, O let us nobly die.

I know the dark delight of being strange, The penalty of difference in the crowd, The loneliness of wisdom among fools.

Human dignity is more precious than prestige.

We are like trees. We wear all colors naturally.

Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed.