The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.

I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel.

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

I am not interested in dry economic socialism. We are fighting against misery, but we are also fighting against alienation. One of the fundamental objectives of Marxism is to remove interest, the factor of individual interest, and gain, from people's psychological motivations. Marx was preoccupied both with economic factors and with their repercussions on the spirit. If communism isn't interested in this too, it may be a method of distributing goods, but it will never be a revolutionary way of life.

Its tall chimneys throw up black smoke, impregnating everything with soot, and the miners' faces as they traveled the streets were also imbued with that ancient melancholy of smoke, unifying everything with its grayish monotones, a perfect coupling with the gray mountain days.

If you have the capacity to tremble with indignation every time that an injustice is committed in the world, then we are comrades.

Live your life not celebrating victories, but overcoming defeats.