Jose Marti
Jose Marti
José Julián Martí Pérezis a Cuban national hero and an important figure in Latin American literature. In his short life, he was a poet, an essayist, a journalist, a revolutionary philosopher, a translator, a professor, a publisher, a Freemason, a political theorist, and supporter of Henry George's economic reforms known as Georgism. Through his writings and political activity, he became a symbol for Cuba's bid for independence against Spain in the 19th century, and is referred to as the "Apostle...
NationalityCuban
ProfessionActivist
Date of Birth28 January 1853
CountryCuba
All is beautiful and unceasing, all is music and reason , and all, like diamond, is carbon first, then light .
We light the oven so that everyone may bake bread in it.
I have lived in the monster and I know its insides; and my sling is the sling of David .
The struggles waged by nations are weak only when they lack support in the hearts of their women.
Poetry is the work of the bard and of the people who inspire him.
An insatiable appetite for glory leads to sacrifice and death, but innate instinct leads to self-preservation and life.
The spirit of a government must be that of the country. The form of a government must come from the makeup of the country. Government is nothing but the balance of the natural elements of a country.
I know that when the world surrenders, pallid, to repose, the murmur of a tranquil stream through the deep silence flows.
This is the age in which hills can look down upon the mountains.
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.
Just as he who gives his life to serve a great idea is admirable, he who avails himself of a great idea to serve his personal hopes of glory and power is abominable, even if he too risks his life.
There is happiness in duty, although it may not seem so.
The dagger plunged in the name of freedom is plunged into the breast of freedom.
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.