It Is Not The Criminals Who Arouse

What Is Death To Me? I Have Sown The Seeds Others Will Reap.

To Live Is To Be Among Men, And To Be Among Men Is To Struggle, A Struggle Not Only With Them But With Oneself; With Their Passions, But Also With One's Own.

One Only Dies Once, And If One Does Not Die Well, A Good Opportunity Is Lost And Will Not Present Itself Again.

Travel Is A Caprice In Childhood, A Passion In Youth, A Necessity In Manhood, And An Elegy In Old Age.

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