Literature is the most beautiful of countries

Everything that divides men, everything that separates or herds men together in categories, is a sin against humanity.

He who does not see things in their depth should not call himself a radical.

Cultivo una rosa blanca, En julio como en enero, Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca. Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazon con que vivo, Cardo ni oruga cultivo Cultivo una rosa blanca. I have a white rose to tend In July as in January; I give it to the true friend Who offers his frank hand to me. And to the cruel one whose blows Break the heart by which I live, Thistle nor thorn do I give: For him, too, I have a white rose.

The struggles waged by nations are weak only when they lack support in the hearts of their women.

A child, from the time he can think, should think about all he sees, should suffer for all who cannot live with honesty, should work so that all men can be honest, and should be honest himself.

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