One Just Principle From The Depths Of

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.

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.

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

I Come From All Places And To All Places I Go: I Am Art Among The Arts And Mountain Among Mountains. I Know The Strange Names Of Flowers And Herbs And Of Fatal Deceptions And Magnificent Griefs. In Night's Darkness I've Seen Raining Down On My Head Pure Flames, Flashing Rays Of Beauty Divine.

It Is My Duty To Prevent, Through The Independence Of Cuba, The U.s.a. From Spreading Over The West Indies And Falling With Addedweight Upon Other Lands Of Our America. All I Have Done Up To Now And Shall Do Hereafter Is To That End.... I Know The Monster, Because I Have Lived In Its Lair--and My Weapon Is Only The Slingshot Of David.