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.
Our every action is a battle cry against imperialism, and a battle hymn for the people's unity against the great enemy of mankind: the United States of America. Wherever death may surprise us, let it be welcome, provided that this, our battle cry, may have reached some receptive ear, that another hand may be extended to wield our weapons, and that other men be ready to intone our funeral dirge with the staccato singing of the machine guns and new battle cries of war and victory.
We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.
Words that do not match deeds are unimportant.
I am not a liberator. Liberators do not exist. The people liberate themselves.
Let me say, at the risk of seeming ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.
I don't care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting.