The Vote Is A Trust More Delicate

To Use For Our Exclusive Benefit What Is Not Ours Is Theft.

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.

Day And Night I Always Dream With Open Eyes." - José Martí

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.

In A Time Of Crisis, The Peoples Of The World Must Rush To Get To Know Each Other.