Virtue Lies In The Middle Ground.

I Do Not Write For This Generation. I Am Writing For Other Ages. If This Could Read Me, They Would Burn My Books, The Work Of My Whole Life. On The Other Hand, The Generation Which Interprets These Writings Will Be An Educated Generation; They Will Understand Me And Say: Not All Were Asleep In The Nighttime Of Our Grandparents.

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.

I Honor The Father In His Son, Not The Son In His Father. Each One Receives A Reward Or Punishment For His Deeds, But Not For The Acts Of Others.

Our Liberty Will Not Be Secured At The Sword's Point... We Must Secure It By Making Ourselves Worthy Of It. And When The People Reaches That Height, God Will Provide A Weapon, The Idols Will Be Shattered, Tyranny Will Crumble Like A House Of Cards, And Liberty Will Shine Out Like The First Dawn.

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.