No fruit on earth can rival the cemetery's crop

I come from all places and to all places I go: I am art among the arts and mountain among mountains. I know the strange names of flowers and herbs and of fatal deceptions and magnificent griefs. In night's darkness I've seen raining down on my head pure flames, flashing rays of beauty divine.

Let those who desire a secure homeland conquer it. Let those who do not conquer it live under the whip and in exile, watched over like wild animals, cast from one country to another, concealing the death of their souls with a beggar's smile from the scorn of free men.

Men of action, above all those whose actions are guided by love, live forever.

Mountains culminate in peaks, and nations in men.

There is happiness in duty, although it may not seem so.

The vote is a trust more delicate than any other, for it involves not just the interests of the voter, but his life, honor and future as well.