Mountains Culminate In Peaks, And Nations In

Man Has To Suffer. When He Has No Real Afflictions, He Invents Some.

The Struggles Waged By Nations Are Weak Only When They Lack Support In The Hearts Of Their Women.

The Wretch Who Lives Without Freedom Feels Like Dressing In The Mud From The Streets Those Who Have You, O Liberty, Do Not Know. You. Those Who Do Not Have You Should Not Speak Of You, But Win You.

He Who Receives Money In Trust To Administer For The Benefit Of Its Owner, And Uses It Either For His Own Interest Or Against The Wishes Of Its Rightful Owner, Is A Thief.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.