What is death to me? I have sown the seeds others will reap.

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.

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

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.

No good water comes from a muddy spring. No sweet fruit comes from a bitter seed.

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

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