Peoples Are Made Of Hate And Of

Only Oppression Should Fear The Full Exercise Of Freedom.

Our Wine Is Bitter, But It Is Our Wine.

The First Duty Of A Man Is To Think For Himself

Mountains Culminate In Peaks, And Nations In Men.

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.