The Dagger Plunged In The Name Of

The Dagger Plunged In The Name Of Freedom Is Plunged Into The Breast Of Freedom.

The Truthe Wakes Up Once And Never Dies.

Men Are Products, Expressions, Reflections; They Live To The Extent That They Coincide With Their Epoch, Or To The Extent That They Differ Markedly From It.

There Is Happiness In Duty, Although It May Not Seem So.

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.