Isn't it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity.

This is the moment when something once more begins visibly to happen, something truly new and unique... something truly historical, in the sense that history again demands to be heard.

There is only one thing I will not concede: that it might be meaningless to strive in a good cause.

True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?

It is not enough to stare up the steps, we must step up the stairs.

What's certain is that a totalitarian enclave like Cuba's can't continue to exist, so change will definitely come there, eventually.

Those that say that individuals are not capable of changing anything are only looking for excuses.