No Fruit On Earth Can Rival The

Mountains Culminate In Peaks, And Nations In Men.

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

The Force Of Passion Is Balanced By The Force Of Interest.

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.

We Light The Oven So That Everyone May Bake Bread In It.