Our constancy, same might call it our madness, was necessary to wear down the oppressive forces of the old democracy which, in Spain, was a hundred years behind the times.

Men are as we have always known them, neither better nor worse from the hearts of rogues there springs a latent honesty, from the depths of honest men there emerges a brutish appetite - a thirst for extermination, a desire for blood.

We need no messiah and no sterile conception of a god menacing us with hell and purgatory.

Never will the Anarchists in Spain be made to suffer as they have been and are in Russia.

Authority is something from which we are constantly subtracting, of which there remains always a residue, and which we attempt to make smaller and smaller.

The love of liberty and the sense of human dignity are the basic elements of the Anarchist creed.

The people themselves, and only the people, determine the rhythm of our fight.