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It Is Terrible To Speak Of You, Liberty, For One Who Lives Without You.

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It Is A Sin Not To Do What One Is Capable Of Doing.

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.

All Is Beautiful And Unceasing, All Is Music And Reason, And All, Like Diamond, Is Carbon First, Then Light.

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

Let Those Who Desire A Secure Homeland Conquer It. Let Those Who Do Not Conquer It Live Under The Whip And In Exile, Watched Over Like Wild Animals, Cast From One Country To Another, Concealing The Death Of Their Souls With A Beggar's Smile From The Scorn Of Free Men.

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Perhaps The Enemies Of Liberty Are Such Only Because They Judge It By Its Loud Voice. If They Knew Its Charms, The Dignity That Accompanies It, How Much A Free Man Feels Like A King, The Perpetual Inner Light That Is Produced By Decorous Self-awareness And Realization, Perhaps There Would Be No Greater Friends Of Freedom Than Those Who Are Its Worst Enemies.

Men Have No Special Right Because They Belong To One Race Or Another: The Word Man Defines All Rights.

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Only Those Who Hate The Negro See Hatred In The Negro.

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.

Man Has To Suffer. When He Has No Real Afflictions, He Invents Some.

There Is Happiness In Duty, Although It May Not Seem So.

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.

Men Of Action, Above All Those Whose Actions Are Guided By Love, Live Forever.

It Is The Duty Of Man To Raise Up Man.

We Are Free, But Not To Be Evil, Not To Be Indifferent To Human Suffering, Not To Profit From The People, From The Work Created And Sustained Through Their Spirit Of Political Association, While Refusing To Contribute To The Political State That We Profit From.

Liberty Is The Right Of Every Man To Be Honest, To Think And To Speak Without Hypocrisy.

An Insatiable Appetite For Glory Leads To Sacrifice And Death, But Innate Instinct Leads To Self-preservation And Life.

A Child, From The Time He Can Think, Should Think About All He Sees, Should Suffer For All Who Cannot Live With Honesty, Should Work So That All Men Can Be Honest, And Should Be Honest Himself.

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

Terrible Times In Which Priests No Longer Merit The Praise Of Poets And In Which Poets Have Not Yet Begun To Be Priests.

Socialist Ideology, Like So Many Others, Has Two Main Dangers. One Stems From Confused And Incomplete Readings Of Foreign Texts, And The Other From The Arrogance And Hidden Rage Of Those Who, In Order To Climb Up In The World, Pretend To Be Frantic Defenders Of The Helpless So As To Have Shoulders On Which To Stand.

The Only Way To Be Totally Free Is Through Education.

The Spirit Of A Government Must Be That Of The Country. The Form Of A Government Must Come From The Makeup Of The Country. Government Is Nothing But The Balance Of The Natural Elements Of A Country.

I Know That When The World Surrenders, Pallid, To Repose, The Murmur Of A Tranquil Stream Through The Deep Silence Flows.

Man Needs To Suffer. When He Does Not Have Real Griefs He Creates Them.

Happiness Exists On Earth, And It Is Won Through Prudent Exercise Of Reason, Knowledge Of The Harmony Of The Universe, And Constant Practice Of Generosity.

If I Survive, I Will Spend My Whole Life At The Oven Door Seeing That No One Is Denied Bread And, So As To Give A Lesson Of Charity, Especially Those Who Did Not Bring Flour.

The Vote Is A Trust More Delicate Than Any Other, For It Involves Not Just The Interests Of The Voter, But His Life, Honor And Future As Well.

Other Famous Men, Those Of Much Talk And Few Deeds, Soon Evaporate. Action Is The Dignity Of Greatness.

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America Is A Land Of Creators And Rebels.

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To Educate Is To Give Man The Keys To The World, Which Are Independence And Love, And To Give Him Strength To Journey On His Own, Light Of Step, A Spontaneous And Free Being.

Like Stones Rolling Down Hills, Fair Ideas Reach Their Objectives Despite All Obstacles And Barriers. It May Be Possible To Speed Or Hinder Them, But Impossible To Stop Them.

My Poems Are Like A Dagger Sprouting Flowers From The Hilt; My Poetry Is Like A Fountain Sprinkling Streams Of Coral Water.

Talent Is A Gift That Brings With It An Obligation To Serve The World, And Not Ourselves, For It Is Not Of Our Making.

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

A Knowledge Of Different Literatures Is The Best Way To Free One's Self From The Tyranny Of Any Of Them.

He Who Does Not See Things In Their Depth Should Not Call Himself A Radical.

To Beautify Life Is To Give It An Object.

Mountains Culminate In Peaks, And Nations In Men.

A Genuine Man Goes To The Roots. To Be A Radical Is No More Than That: To Go To The Roots.

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.

My Poems Please The Brave: My Poems, Short And Sincere, Have The Force Of Steel Which Forges Swords.

A Poem Is Something Sacred. Let No One Take It For Anything Except Itself.

Treacherous Assassins, Enemies Of The People, And Worthy Of Everyone's Ridicule Are Those Who, Under The Pretext Of Guiding Future Generations, Teach Them An Isolated System Of Doctrines And Whisper In Their Ear (instead Of The Sweet Message Of Love) The Barbarous Gospel Of Hate.

Literature Is The Most Beautiful Of Countries

Freedoms, Like Privileges, Prevail Or Are Imperiled Together You Cannot Harm Or Strive To Achieve One Without Harming Or Furthering All.

To Educate Is To Free.

Culture, Which Makes Talent Shine, Is Not Completely Ours Either, Nor Can We Place It Solely At Our Disposal. Rather, It Belongs Mainly To Our Country, Which Gave It To Us, And To Humanity, From Which We Receive It As A Birthright.

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The Brave Forget. It Is Those Who Fought Less Bravely, Or Those Who Fought Without Justice And Live In Fear Of Their Victory, Who Forget The Least.

Our Wine Is Bitter, But It Is Our Wine.

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Poetry Is The Work Of The Bard And Of The People Who Inspire Him.

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Love Is The Bond Between Men, The Way To Teach And The Center Of The World.

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Just As He Who Gives His Life To Serve A Great Idea Is Admirable, He Who Avails Himself Of A Great Idea To Serve His Personal Hopes Of Glory And Power Is Abominable, Even If He Too Risks His Life.

Only Oppression Should Fear The Full Exercise Of Freedom.

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Man Loves Liberty, Even If He Does Not Know That He Loves It. He Is Driven By It And Flees From Where It Does Not Exist.

"racist" Is A Confusing Word, And It Should Be Clarified. Men Have No Special Rights Simply Because They Belong To One Race Or Another. When You Say "men," You Have Already Imbued Them With All Their Rights.

Rights Are To Be Taken, Not Requested; Seized, Not Begged For.

He Who Receives Money In Trust To Administer For The Benefit Of Its Owner, And Uses It Either For His Own Interest Or Against The Wishes Of Its Rightful Owner, Is A Thief.

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Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.

Books Console Us, Calm Us, Prepare Us, Enrich Us And Redeem Us.

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In Truth, Men Speak Too Much Of Danger.

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