My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood… Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any surrendered enemy that falls in my hands! With the deaths of my enemies I prepare my being for the sacred fight and join the triumphant proletariat with a bestial howl!

The walls of the educational system must come down. Education should not be a privilege, so the children of those who have money can study.

I will fight with all the weapons within my reach rather than let myself be nailed to a cross or whatever.

Given the prevailing lack of discipline, it would have been impossible to use Congolese machine-gunners to defend the base from air attack: they did not know how to handle their weapons and did not want to learn.

I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.

We must do away with all newspapers. A revolution cannot be accomplished with freedom of the press.

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.