People Can Only Be Free If They

My Poems Are Like A Dagger Sprouting Flowers From The Hilt; My Poetry Is Like A Fountain Sprinkling Streams Of Coral Water.

The Brave Forget. It Is Those Who Fought Less Bravely, Or Those Who Fought Without Justice And Live In Fear Of Their Victory, Who Forget The Least.

The Dagger Plunged In The Name Of Freedom Is Plunged Into The Breast Of Freedom.

A Knowledge Of Different Literatures Is The Best Way To Free One's Self From The Tyranny Of Any Of Them.

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!