Dying People Don't Need Medicine, The Ones

Genius Has No Country. It Blossoms Everywhere. Genius Is Like The Light, The Air. It Is The Heritage Of All.

Filipinos Don't Realize That Victory Is The Child Of Struggle, That Joy Blossoms From Suffering, And Redemption Is A Product Of Sacrifice.

She Was White, Perhaps Too White. Her Eyes, Which Were Almost Always Cast Down, When She Raised Them Testified To The Purest Of Souls, And When She Smiled, Revealing Her Small, White Teeth, One Might Be Tempted To Say That A Rose Is Merely A Plant, And Ivory Just An Elephant's Tusk.

To Foretell The Destiny Of A Nation, It Is Necessary To Open A Book That Tells Of Her Past.

No One Blames A Pilot Who Takes Refuge In Port When The Storm Begins To Blow. It Is Not Cowardice To Duck Under A Bullet; What Is Wrong Is To Defy It Only To Fall And Never Rise Again.