There Can Be No Tyrants Where There

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

The World Laughs At Another Man's Pain.

Man Is Multiplied By The Number Of Languages He Possesses And Speaks.

I Have Observed That The Prosperity Or Misery Of Each People Is In Direct Proportion To Its Liberties Or Its Prejudices And, Accordingly, To The Sacrifices Or The Selfishness Of Its Forefathers. -juan Crisostomo Ibarra

Oh How Beautiful To Fall To Give You Flight, To Die To Give You Life, To Rest Under Your Sky; And In Your Enchanted Land Forever Sleep.