Hold High The Brow Serene, O Youth,

The Youth Is The Hope Of Our Future.

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.

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

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

I Don't See Why I Should Bow My Head When I Could Hold It High, Or Place It In The Hands Of My Enemies When I Can Defeat Them.