The True Revolutionary Is Guided By Great

If You Tremble With Indignation At Every Injustice Then You Are A Comrade Of Mine.

Its Tall Chimneys Throw Up Black Smoke, Impregnating Everything With Soot, And The Miners' Faces As They Traveled The Streets Were Also Imbued With That Ancient Melancholy Of Smoke, Unifying Everything With Its Grayish Monotones, A Perfect Coupling With The Gray Mountain Days.

We Cannot Be Sure Of Having Something To Live For Unless We Are Willing To Die For It.

The True Revolutionary Is Guided By Great Feelings Of Love.

There Is No Other Definition Of Socialism Valid For Us Than That Of The Abolition Of The Exploitation Of Man By Man.