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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.

One Must Have A Large Dose Of Humanity, A Large Dose Of A Sense Of Justice And Truth In Order To Avoid Dogmatic Extremes, Cold Scholasticism, Or An Isolation From The Masses. We Must Strive Every Day So That This Love Of Living Humanity Is Transformed Into Actual Deeds, Into Acts That Serve As Examples, As A Moving Force.

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

I Have Come To Communism Because Of Daddy Stalin And Nobody Must Come And Tell Me That I Mustn’t Read Stalin. I Read Him When It Was Very Bad To Read Him. That Was Another Time. And Because I’m Not Very Bright, And A Hard-headed Person, I Keep On Reading Him. Especially In This New Period, Now That It Is Worse To Read Him. Then, As Well As Now, I Still Find A Seri Of Things That Are Very Good.

Hatred As An Element Of The Struggle; A Relentless Hatred Of The Enemy, Impelling Us Over And Beyond The Natural Limitations That Man Is Heir To And Transforming Him Into An Effective, Violent, Selective And Cold Killing Machine. Our Soldiers Must Be Thus; A People Without Hatred Cannot Vanquish A Brutal Enemy.