The land free, the land free for all, land without overseers and without masters.
The land belongs to those who work it with their hands.
I want to die a slave to principles. Not to men.
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.
The land belongs to the people who work it.
The enemies of the country and of freedom of the people have always denounced as bandits those who sacrifice themselves for the noble causes of the people.