Tomorrow At 7, I Shall Be Shot;

He Who Does Not Know How To Look Back At Where He Came From Will Never Get To His Destination.

It Is A Useless Life That Is Not Consecrated To A Great Ideal. It Is Like A Stone Wasted On The Field Without Becoming A Part Of Any Edifice.

Genius Has No Country. It Blossoms Everywhere. Genius Is Like The Light, The Air. It Is The Heritage Of All.

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!

Law Has No Skin, Reason Has No Nostrils.