When I Search For Man In The

I Feel My Soul As Vast As The World, Truly A Soul As Deep As The Deepest Of Rivers; My Chest Has The Power To Expand To Infinity. I Was Made To Give And They Prescribe For Me The Humility Of The Cripple.

When We Revolt It’s Not For A Particular Culture. We Revolt Simply Because, For Many Reasons, We Can No Longer Breathe.

What I Call Middle-class Society Is Any Society That Becomes Rigidified In Predetermined Forms, Forbidding All Evolution, All Gains, All Progress, All Discovery. I Call Middle-class A Closed Society In Which Life Has No Taste, In Which The Air Is Tainted, In Which Ideas And Men Are Corrupt. And I Think That A Man Who Takes A Stand Against This Death Is In A Sense A Revolutionary.

The Native Must Realize That Colonialism Never Gives Anything Away For Nothing.

When I Search For Man In The Technique And The Style Of Europe, I See Only A Succession Of Negations Of Man, And An Avalanche Of Murders.