He Who Could Have Been A Torch

It Is Terrible To Speak Of You, Liberty, For One Who Lives Without You.

America Is A Land Of Creators And Rebels.

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.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.

Amor Cuerdo, No Es Amor. (sane Love, Is Not Love)