There Is Happiness In Duty, Although It

Let Those Who Desire A Secure Homeland Conquer It. Let Those Who Do Not Conquer It Live Under The Whip And In Exile, Watched Over Like Wild Animals, Cast From One Country To Another, Concealing The Death Of Their Souls With A Beggar's Smile From The Scorn Of Free Men.

To Beautify Life Is To Give It An Object.

Amor Cuerdo, No Es Amor. (sane Love, Is Not Love)

Our Wine Is Bitter, But It Is Our Wine.

He Who Could Have Been A Torch And Stoops To Being A Pair Of Jaws Is A Deserter.