Tomorrow At 7, I Shall Be Shot;

Treat Your Old Parents As You Would Like To Be Treated By Your Children Later.

How Long Have You Been Away From The Country?" Laruja Asked Ibarra. "almost Seven Years." "then You Have Probably Forgotten All About It." "quite The Contrary. Even If My Country Does Seem To Have Forgotten Me, I Have Always Thought About It.

To Live Is To Be Among Men, And To Be Among Men Is To Struggle, A Struggle Not Only With Them But With Oneself; With Their Passions, But Also With One's Own.

To Foretell The Destiny Of A Nation, It Is Necessary To Open A Book That Tells Of Her Past.

One Only Dies Once, And If One Does Not Die Well, A Good Opportunity Is Lost And Will Not Present Itself Again.