I knew that the moment the great governing spirit strikes the blow to divide all humanity into just two opposing factions, I would be on the side of the common people.

I knew that when the great guiding spirit cleaves humanity into two antagonistic halves, I will be with the people.

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

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

A country that does not know how to read and write is easy to deceive.

Each spilt drop of blood, in any country under whose flag one has not been born, is an experience passed on to those who survive, to be added later to the liberation struggle of his own country. And each nation liberated is a phase won in the battle for the liberation of one's own country.

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