There Can Be No Tyrants Where There

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

I Do Not Write For This Generation. I Am Writing For Other Ages. If This Could Read Me, They Would Burn My Books, The Work Of My Whole Life. On The Other Hand, The Generation Which Interprets These Writings Will Be An Educated Generation; They Will Understand Me And Say: Not All Were Asleep In The Nighttime Of Our Grandparents.

She Was White, Perhaps Too White. Her Eyes, Which Were Almost Always Cast Down, When She Raised Them Testified To The Purest Of Souls, And When She Smiled, Revealing Her Small, White Teeth, One Might Be Tempted To Say That A Rose Is Merely A Plant, And Ivory Just An Elephant's Tusk.

Treat Your Old Parents As You Would Like To Be Treated By Your Children Later.

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