The Glory Of Saving A Country Is

Virtue Lies In The Middle Ground.

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.

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!

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

There Can Be No Tyrants Where There Are No Slaves.