Only to the rude ear of one who is quite indifferent does the song of a bird seem always the same.

The masses are the decisive element, they are the rock on which the final victory of the revolution will be built.

Life is singing also in the sand crunching under the slow and heavy steps of the guards, when we know how to listen to it.

Those who do not move, do not notice their chains.

What do you want with these special Jewish pains? I feel as close to the wretched victims of the rubber plantations in Putamayo and the blacks of Africa with whose bodies the Europeans play ball… I have no special corner in my heart for the ghetto: I am at home in the entire world, where there are clouds and birds and human tears.

The more that social democracy develops, grows, and becomes stronger, the more the enlightened masses of workers will take their own destinies, the leadership of their movement, and the determination of its direction into their own hands.

Only to the rude ear of one who is quite indifferent does the song of a bird seem always the same.