She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest of souls, and when she smiled, revealing her small, white teeth, one might be tempted to say that a rose is merely a plant, and ivory just an elephant's tusk.

To doubt God is to doubt one's own conscience, and in consequence it would be to doubt everything.

The world laughs at another man's pain.

Friar! What a strange name. I don't remember having created such a thing!

On this battlefield man has no better weapon than his intelligence, no other force but his heart.

To live is to be among men, and to be among men is to struggle, a struggle not only with them but with oneself; with their passions, but also with one's own.

Filipinos don't realize that victory is the child of struggle, that joy blossoms from suffering, and redemption is a product of sacrifice.