I Would Rather Die Standing Up To

And Yet Every So Often, The Heart Of America, Shuddering With Indignation, Sends A Nervous Spasm Through The Gentle Back Of The Andes, And Tumultuous Shock Waves Assault The Surface Of The Land. Three Times The Cuppola Of Proud Santo Domingo Has Collapsed From On High To The Rhythm Of Broken Bones And Its Worn Walls Have Opened And Fallen Too. But The Foundations They Rest On Are Unmoved, The Great Blocks Of The Temple Of The Sun Exhibit Their Gray Stone Indifferently; However Colossal The Disaster Befalling Its Oppressor, Not One Of Its Huge Rocks Shifts From Its Place.

I Know You Are Here To Kill Me. Shoot, Coward, You Are Only Going To Kill A Man.

The Victory Of Socialism Is Well Worth Millions Of Atomic Victims!

The Stars Drew Light Across The Night Sky In That Little Mountain Village, And The Silence And The Cold Made The Darkness Vanish Away. It Was - I Don't Know How To Explain It - As If Everything Solid Melted Away Into The Ether, Eliminating All Individualtiy And Absorbing Us, Rigid, Into The Immense Darkness. Not A Single Cloud To Lend Perspective To The Space Blocked Any Portion Of The Starry Sky.

In A Revolution One Wins Or Dies, If It Is A Real One