On this battlefield man has no better weapon than his intelligence, no other force but his heart.

To foretell the destiny of a nation, it is necessary to open a book that tells of her past.

Filipinos don't realize that victory is the child of struggle, that joy blossoms from suffering, and redemption is a product of sacrifice.

Treat your old parents as you would like to be treated by your children later.

Ignorance is servitude, because as a man thinks, so he is; a man who does not think for himself and allows himself to be guided by the thought of another is like the beast led by a halter.

Genius has no country. It blossoms everywhere. Genius is like the light, the air. It is the heritage of all.

One only dies once, and if one does not die well, a good opportunity is lost and will not present itself again.

I die without seeing dawn's light shining on my country... You, who will see it, welcome it for me...don't forget those who fell during the nighttime.

It is enough for the evil people to succeed, for the good people to do nothing.

No good water comes from a muddy spring. No sweet fruit comes from a bitter seed.

The youth is the hope of our future.

Might I take this moment to give thanks to our loving Creator for supplying us with all our needs for this day and always!” Grampa Foster, The Little People Journey into the Mystic Sea

What I tell you three times is true. What I tell you three million times is civilization.

I believe that music is a force in itself. It is there and it needs an outlet, a medium. In a way, we are just the medium.

There is no dignity quite so impressive, and no one independence quite so important, as living within your means.

Each day the first day: Each day a life.

Man is an animal that cannot long be left in safety without occupation; the growth of his fallow nature is apt to run into weeds.

We were too intelligent, too cynical for war. Of course, you don't have to be stupid and primitive to die a stupid, primitive death.

Every time I perform in front of people, no matter how well it goes, the next day, I feel humiliated.

I wait for the next opportunity to have something to do with food. If I get rested, my mind just starts creating new dishes - click, click, click.

Who is this that comes in grandeur, coming from the blazing East? This is he we had not thought of, this is he the airy Christ.