There Is A Point At Which Methods

For The Black Man There Is Only One Destiny. And It Is White.

The Misfortune Of The Man Of Color Is Having Been Enslaved. The Misfortune And Inhumanity Of The White Man Are Having Killed Man Somewhere.

For Europe, For Ourselves And For Humanity, Comrades, We Must Turn Over A New Leaf, We Must Work Out New Concepts, And Try To Set Afoot A New Man.

I Came Into The World Imbued With The Will To Find A Meaning In Things, My Spirit Filled With The Desire To Attain To The Source Of The World, And Then I Found That I Was An Object In The Midst Of Other Objects.

Fervor Is The Weapon Of Choice For The Impotent.