The Best Form Of Saying Is Doing.

We Have Denounced In All Assemblies, In All Places Where We Have Had The Opportunity To Speak, The Illegality Of Flights And The Fact That There Is A Base Against The Will Of The Cuban People.

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

Above All, Always Be Capable Of Feeling Deeply Any Injustice Committed Against Anyone, Anywhere In The World.

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.

Let's Be Realistic. Let's Do The Impossible!