He who could have been a torch and stoops to being a pair of jaws is a deserter.

Peoples are made of hate and of love, and more of hate than love.

It is the duty of man to raise up man.

The dagger plunged in the name of freedom is plunged into the breast of freedom.

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.

Happiness exists on earth, and it is won through prudent exercise of reason, knowledge of the harmony of the universe, and constant practice of generosity.

Charm is a product of the unexpected.