We must strive every day so that this love of living humanity is transformed into actual deeds, into acts that serve as examples, as a moving force.

We must not return to the practice of hiding our defects so they may not be seen. That would be neither honest nor revolutionary.

Silence is argument carried out by other means.

Americans are given the sole option of electing their jailer for four years and sometimes do him the honour of re-electing him.

One must have a large dose of humanity, a large dose of a sense of justice and truth in order to avoid dogmatic extremes, cold scholasticism, or an isolation from the masses. We must strive every day so that this love of living humanity is transformed into actual deeds, into acts that serve as examples, as a moving force.

And yet every so often, the heart of America, shuddering with indignation, sends a nervous spasm through the gentle back of the Andes, and tumultuous shock waves assault the surface of the land. Three times the cuppola of proud Santo Domingo has collapsed from on high to the rhythm of broken bones and its worn walls have opened and fallen too. But the foundations they rest on are unmoved, the great blocks of the Temple of the Sun exhibit their gray stone indifferently; however colossal the disaster befalling its oppressor, not one of its huge rocks shifts from its place.

The ultimate and most important revolutionary aspiration: to see human beings liberated from their alienation