This is the Cuzco asking you to pull on your armor and, mounted on the ample back of a powerful horse, cleave a path through the defenseless flesh of a naked Indian flock whose human wall collapses and disappears beneath the four hooves of the galloping beast.

I am not a liberator. Liberators do not exist. The people liberate themselves.

The Revolution is made by man, but man must forge his revolutionary spirit from day to day.

The victory of Socialism is well worth millions of atomic victims!

Peaceful coexistence cannot be limited to the powerful countries if we want to ensure world peace.

And then many things became very clear... we learned perfectly that the life of a single human being is worth millions of times more than all the property of the richest man on earth.

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