The wretch who lives without freedom feels like dressing in the mud from the streets Those who have you, o Liberty, do not know. you. Those who do not have you should not speak of you, but win you.
To use for our exclusive benefit what is not ours is theft.
Hatred, slavery's inevitable aftermath.
Oh, what company good poets are!
Day and night I always dream with open eyes." - José Martí
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.