Why Independence? If The Slaves Of Today

I Go Where There Are No Slaves, Hangmen Or Oppressors; Where Faith Does Not Kill; Where The One Who Reigns Is God.

While A People Preserves Its Language; It Preserves The Marks Of Liberty.

The Youth Is The Hope Of Our Future.

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.

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