What is death to me? I have sown the seeds others will reap.
While a people preserves its language; it preserves the marks of liberty.
Genius has no country. It blossoms everywhere. Genius is like the light, the air. It is the heritage of all.
The people do not complain because they have no voice; do not move because they are lethargic, and you say that they do not suffer because you have not seen their hearts bleed.
Treat your old parents as you would like to be treated by your children later.
Who does not love his own tongue is far worse than a brute or stinking fish.