Oh, what company good poets are!

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

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 genuine man goes to the roots. To be a radical is no more than that: to go to the roots.

Just as he who gives his life to serve a great idea is admirable, he who avails himself of a great idea to serve his personal hopes of glory and power is abominable, even if he too risks his life.

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