Comrade life, let us march faster, March faster through what’s left of the five-year plan. — Vladimir Mayakovsky
But I, from poetry’s skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love. — Vladimir Mayakovsky
If you wish, I shall grow irreproachably tender: not a man, but a cloud in trousers! — Vladimir Mayakovsky
To us love says humming that the heart’s stalled motor has begun working again. — Vladimir Mayakovsky