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

Nature has placed the need to see justice done in some souls, and the need to flout and affront it in others.

One just principle from the depths of a cave is more powerful than an army.

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.

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.

Man is a living duty, a depository of powers that he must not leave in a brute state. Man is a wing.