Death Has Always Been The First Sign

No One Blames A Pilot Who Takes Refuge In Port When The Storm Begins To Blow. It Is Not Cowardice To Duck Under A Bullet; What Is Wrong Is To Defy It Only To Fall And Never Rise Again.

Let Us Not Ask For Miracles, Let Us Not Ask For Concern With What Is Good For The Country Of Him Who Comes As A Stranger To Make His Fortune And Leave Afterwards.

Why Independence? If The Slaves Of Today Will Be The Tyrants Of Tomorrow.

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

She Was White, Perhaps Too White. Her Eyes, Which Were Almost Always Cast Down, When She Raised Them Testified To The Purest Of Souls, And When She Smiled, Revealing Her Small, White Teeth, One Might Be Tempted To Say That A Rose Is Merely A Plant, And Ivory Just An Elephant's Tusk.