He Who Would Love Much Has Also

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!

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?

Why Independence? If The Slaves Of Today Will Be The Tyrants Of Tomorrow.

Friar! What A Strange Name. I Don't Remember Having Created Such A Thing!

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.