I know and all the world knows, that revolutions never go
backwards.

I know and all the world knows, that revolutions never go
backwards.

The Revolution has not yet succeeded. Comrades, you must carry
on!

The Revolution has not yet succeeded. Comrades, you must carry
on!

Fascism is capitalism in decay

Fascism is capitalism in decay

I am the signet which marks the page where the revolution has
been stopped; but when I die it read more

I am the signet which marks the page where the revolution has
been stopped; but when I die it will turn the page and resume its
course.
[Fr., Je suis le signet qui marque la page ou la revolution s'est
arretee; mais quand je serai mort, elle tournera le feuillet et
reprendra sa marche.]

Now they have come to the place where their faith can no longer feed on the bread of repression and read more

Now they have come to the place where their faith can no longer feed on the bread of repression and violence. They ask for the bread of liberty, of public equality, and public responsibility. It must not be denied them.

The greatest revolution of our generation is the discovery that human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, read more

The greatest revolution of our generation is the discovery that human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives

Do you think then that revolutions are made with rose water?
[Fr., Voulez-vous donc qu'on vous fasse des revolutions read more

Do you think then that revolutions are made with rose water?
[Fr., Voulez-vous donc qu'on vous fasse des revolutions a
l'eau-rose?]

Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all! By uniting we stand,
by dividing we fall.

Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all! By uniting we stand,
by dividing we fall.

The best of our theater is standing on tiptoe, striving to see over the shoulders of father and mother. The read more

The best of our theater is standing on tiptoe, striving to see over the shoulders of father and mother. The worst is exploiting and wallowing in the self-pity of adolescence and obsessive keyhole sexuality. The way out, as the poet says, is always through.