Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

I don't care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting.

One has to grow hard but without ever losing tenderness.

Revolutions are not exportable: revolutions are created by oppressive conditions which Latin American countries exercise against their peoples.

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!

...because it is the very nature of Imperialism to turn humans into beasts.

It is a revolution that came to power with its own army and on the ruins of the army of oppression.