We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.
At the risk of sounding ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by feelings of love.
If you tremble with indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine.
It is not a matter of wishing success to the victim of aggression, but of sharing his fate; one must accompany him to his death or to victory.
To accomplish much you must first lose everything.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.
Silence is argument carried out by other means.
Many will call me an adventurer – and that I am, only one of a different sort: one of those who risks his skin to prove his platitudes.
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