Perhaps The Enemies Of Liberty

A Grain Of Poetry Suffices To Season A Century.

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.

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.

The Truthe Wakes Up Once And Never Dies.

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.