Tomorrow At 7, I Shall Be Shot;

The Appetite Is Sharpened By The First Bites.

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

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!

When There Is In Nature No Fixed Condition, How Much Less Must There Be In The Life Of A People, Beings Endowed With Mobility And Movement!

Filipinos Don't Realize That Victory Is The Child Of Struggle, That Joy Blossoms From Suffering, And Redemption Is A Product Of Sacrifice.