The Glory Of Saving A Country Is

To The Questioning Glance Of Love, As It Flashes Out And Then Conceals Itself, Speech Has No Reply; The Smile, The Kiss, The Sigh Answer.

Our Liberty Will Not Be Secured At The Sword's Point... We Must Secure It By Making Ourselves Worthy Of It. And When The People Reaches That Height, God Will Provide A Weapon, The Idols Will Be Shattered, Tyranny Will Crumble Like A House Of Cards, And Liberty Will Shine Out Like The First Dawn.

The Tyranny Of Some Is Possible Only Through The Cowardice Of Others.

Friar! What A Strange Name. I Don't Remember Having Created Such A Thing!

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!