Who Does Not Love His Own Tongue

A God Who Chastises Our Lack Of Faith, Our Vices, The Little Esteem In Which We Hold Dignity And The Civic Virtues. We Tolerate Vice, We Make Ourselves Its Accomplices, At Times We Applaud It, And It Is Just, Very Just That We Suffer The Consequences, That Our Children Suffer Them. It Is The God Of Liberty ... Who Obliges Us To Love It, By Making The Yoke Heavy For Us - A God Of Mercy, Of Equity, Who While He Chastises Us Betters Us And Only Grants Prosperity To Him Who Has Merited It Through His Efforts. The School Of Suffering Tempers, The Arena Of Combat Strengthens The Soul.

What Is Death To Me? I Have Sown The Seeds Others Will Reap.

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!

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.

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