Rights Are To Be Taken, Not Requested;

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

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.

Love Is The Bond Between Men, The Way To Teach And The Center Of The World.

A Knowledge Of Different Literatures Is The Best Way To Free One's Self From The Tyranny Of Any Of Them.

No Fruit On Earth Can Rival The Cemetery's Crop