The Appetite Is Sharpened By The First

Let Us Not Ask For Miracles, Let Us Not Ask For Concern With What Is Good For The Country Of Him Who Comes As A Stranger To Make His Fortune And Leave Afterwards.

The Appetite Is Sharpened By The First Bites.

Each One Writes History According To His Convenience.

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!

It Is Enough For The Evil People To Succeed, For The Good People To Do Nothing.