In the time of Spanish rule, and for many years afterwards, the town of Sulaco--the luxuriant beauty of the orange gardens bears witness to its antiquity--had never been commercially anything more important than a coasting port with a fairly large local trade in ox-hides and indigo.

The artist appeals to that part of our being...which is a gift and not an acquisition - and, therefore, more permanently enduring.

God is for men, and religion for women.

All a man can betray is his conscience.

All one's work might have been better done; but this is a sort of reflection a worker must put aside courageously if he doesn't mean every one of his conceptions to remain forever a private vision, an evanescent reverie.

There is no peace and no rest in the development of material interests. They have their law, and their justice. But it is founded on expediency, and is inhuman; it is without rectitude, without the continuity and the force that can be found only in a moral principle.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.