Genius has no country. It blossoms everywhere. Genius is like the light, the air. It is the heritage of all.

The glory of saving a country is not for him who has contributed to its ruin.

But because their ancestors were men of righteousness, shall we consent to the abuses of their degenerate descendants? Because they did us a great good, would we be guilty if we prevented them from doing us evil?

One only dies once, and if one does not die well, a good opportunity is lost and will not present itself again.

While a people preserves its language; it preserves the marks of liberty.

I have observed that the prosperity or misery of each people is in direct proportion to its liberties or its prejudices and, accordingly, to the sacrifices or the selfishness of its forefathers. -Juan Crisostomo Ibarra

The example could encourage others who only fear to start.