In this world, there must be a certain degree of honor just as there must be a certain amount of light. When there are many men without honor, there will always be some others who bear in themselves the honor of many men.

Only those who spread treachery, fire, and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity.

Amor cuerdo, no es amor. (Sane love, is not love)

Man needs to suffer. When he does not have real griefs he creates them.

Men have no special right because they belong to one race or another: the word man defines all rights.

Man has to suffer. When he has no real afflictions, he invents some.

I know that when the world surrenders, pallid, to repose, the murmur of a tranquil stream through the deep silence flows.