No Fruit On Earth Can Rival The

To Educate Is To Free.

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.

One Revolution Is Still Necessary: The One That Will Not End With The Rule Of Its Leader. It Will Be The Revolution Against Revolutions, The Uprising Of All Peaceable Individuals, Who Will Become Soldiers For Once So That Neither They Nor Anyone Else Will Ever Have To Be A Soldier Again.

He Who Could Have Been A Torch And Stoops To Being A Pair Of Jaws Is A Deserter.