Oh How Beautiful To Fall To Give

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.

Hold High The Brow Serene, O Youth, Where Now You Stand; Let The Bright Sheen Of Your Grace Be Seen, Fair Hope Of My Fatherland!

How Long Have You Been Away From The Country?" Laruja Asked Ibarra. "almost Seven Years." "then You Have Probably Forgotten All About It." "quite The Contrary. Even If My Country Does Seem To Have Forgotten Me, I Have Always Thought About It.

The People Do Not Complain Because They Have No Voice; Do Not Move Because They Are Lethargic, And You Say That They Do Not Suffer Because You Have Not Seen Their Hearts Bleed.

To Doubt God Is To Doubt One's Own Conscience, And In Consequence It Would Be To Doubt Everything.