A Grain Of Poetry Suffices To Season

Man Is A Living Duty, A Depository Of Powers That He Must Not Leave In A Brute State. Man Is A Wing.

Let Those Who Desire A Secure Homeland Conquer It. Let Those Who Do Not Conquer It Live Under The Whip And In Exile, Watched Over Like Wild Animals, Cast From One Country To Another, Concealing The Death Of Their Souls With A Beggar's Smile From The Scorn Of Free Men.

It Is Necessary To Make Virtue Fashionable.

Amor Cuerdo, No Es Amor. (sane Love, Is Not Love)

Men Of Action, Above All Those Whose Actions Are Guided By Love, Live Forever.