It Is An Illusion To Think That

Let The World Change You And You Can Change The World

Its Tall Chimneys Throw Up Black Smoke, Impregnating Everything With Soot, And The Miners' Faces As They Traveled The Streets Were Also Imbued With That Ancient Melancholy Of Smoke, Unifying Everything With Its Grayish Monotones, A Perfect Coupling With The Gray Mountain Days.

Mexicans Are A Band Of Illiterate Indians.

I Wanted To Take Part In The Liberation Of Even A Small Piece Of Enslaved Latin America.

When Forces Of Oppression Come To Maintain Themselves In Power Against Established Law, Peace Is Considered Already Broken.