To Change Masters Is Not To Be

The Dagger Plunged In The Name Of Freedom Is Plunged Into The Breast Of Freedom.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.

One Just Principle From The Depths Of A Cave Is More Powerful Than An Army.

Men Are Products, Expressions, Reflections; They Live To The Extent That They Coincide With Their Epoch, Or To The Extent That They Differ Markedly From It.

In This World, There Must Be A Certain Degree Of Honor Just As There Must Be A Certain Amount Of Light. When There Are Many Men Without Honor, There Will Always Be Some Others Who Bear In Themselves The Honor Of Many Men.