It is a useless life that is not consecrated to a great ideal. It is like a stone wasted on the field without becoming a part of any edifice.

To the questioning glance of love, as it flashes out and then conceals itself, speech has no reply; the smile, the kiss, the sigh answer.

When there is in nature no fixed condition, how much less must there be in the life of a people, beings endowed with mobility and movement!

Let us not ask for miracles, let us not ask for concern with what is good for the country of him who comes as a stranger to make his fortune and leave afterwards.

To be happy does not mean to indulge in foolishness!

I go where there are no slaves, hangmen or oppressors; where faith does not kill; where the one who reigns is God.

It is enough for the evil people to succeed, for the good people to do nothing.