The land free, the land free for all, land without overseers and without masters.
I want to die a slave to principles. Not to men.
Seek justice from tyrannical governments not with your hat in your hands but with a rifle in your fist.
The land belongs to those who work it with their hands.
I forgive those who murder and steal because they did it out of necessity, but a traitor never.
One of the happiest days of my life is when I made five or six hundred pesos from a crop of watermelons I raise all on my own.