The Youth Is The Hope Of Our

While A People Preserves Its Language; It Preserves The Marks Of Liberty.

Man Is Multiplied By The Number Of Languages He Possesses And Speaks.

Oh How Beautiful To Fall To Give You Flight, To Die To Give You Life, To Rest Under Your Sky; And In Your Enchanted Land Forever Sleep.

The Glory Of Saving A Country Is Not For Him Who Has Contributed To Its Ruin.

But Because Their Ancestors Were Men Of Righteousness, Shall We Consent To The Abuses Of Their Degenerate Descendants? Because They Did Us A Great Good, Would We Be Guilty If We Prevented Them From Doing Us Evil?