Our Wine Is Bitter, But It Is

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.

Men Have No Special Right Because They Belong To One Race Or Another: The Word Man Defines All Rights.

Habit Creates The Appearance Of Justice; Progress Has No Greater Enemy Than Habit.

Many Houses Were Still Full Of Light When, At The Close Of March 22, The People Of The Círculo Returned To Their Homes, Which Were Gladdened With A Fleeting Gladness By An Hour Of Justice - For There Are Still Many Slaves, Black And White, In Puerto Rico!

Only Those Who Hate The Negro See Hatred In The Negro.