Words Without Deeds Are Worthless.

Once Again I Feel Beneath My Heels The Ribs Of Rocinante. Once More, I'm On The Road With My Shield On My Arm.

We Have Taken Plants From The Capitalist System Where The Most Important Thing Was To Produce, Especially In Cuba.

How Is It Possible To Feel Nostalgia For A World I Never Knew?

The Revolution Is Made By Man, But Man Must Forge His Revolutionary Spirit From Day To Day.

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.