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Literature Is The Most Beautiful Of Countries

Treacherous Assassins, Enemies Of The People, And Worthy Of Everyone's Ridicule Are Those Who, Under The Pretext Of Guiding Future Generations, Teach Them An Isolated System Of Doctrines And Whisper In Their Ear (instead Of The Sweet Message Of Love) The Barbarous Gospel Of Hate.

Charm Is A Product Of The Unexpected.

This Is The Age In Which Hills Can Look Down Upon The Mountains.

The Vote Is A Trust More Delicate Than Any Other, For It Involves Not Just The Interests Of The Voter, But His Life, Honor And Future As Well.