Jose Marti Quotes - Page 4

Every human being has within him an ideal man, just as every piece of marble contains in a rough state a statue as beautiful as the one that Praxiteles the Greek made of the god Apollo.

Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.

Peoples are made of hate and of love, and more of hate than love.

Hatred, slavery's inevitable aftermath.

A selfish man is a thief.

In truth, men speak too much of danger.

Perhaps the enemies of liberty are such only because they judge it by its loud voice. If they knew its charms, the dignity that accompanies it, how much a free man feels like a king, the perpetual inner light that is produced by decorous self-awareness and realization, perhaps there would be no greater friends of freedom than those who are its worst enemies.

But love, like the sun that it is, sets afire and melts everything. what greed and privilege to build up over whole centuries the indignation of a pious spirit, with its natural following of oppressed souls, will cast down with a single shove.

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.

My poems are like a dagger Sprouting flowers from the hilt; My poetry is like a fountain Sprinkling streams of coral water.

One just principle from the depths of a cave is more powerful than an army.

I have lived in the monster and I know its insides; and my sling is the sling of David.

He who receives money in trust to administer for the benefit of its owner, and uses it either for his own interest or against the wishes of its rightful owner, is a thief.

Oh, what company good poets are!

Men are products, expressions, reflections; they live to the extent that they coincide with their epoch, or to the extent that they differ markedly from it.

Poetry is the work of the bard and of the people who inspire him.

To beautify life is to give it an object.

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.

We are free, but no to be evil

Man is a living duty, a depository of powers that he must not leave in a brute state. Man is a wing.

There is happiness in duty, although it may not seem so.

Perhaps the enemies of liberty are such only because they judge it by its loud voice.

A poem is something sacred. Let no one Take it for anything except itself.

He who does not see things in their depth should not call himself a radical.

Terrible times in which priests no longer merit the praise of poets and in which poets have not yet begun to be priests.