To A Haughty Belly, Kindness

I Have The Nerve To Walk My Own Way, However Hard, In My Search For Reality, Rather Than Climb Upon The Rattling Wagon Of Wishful Illusions.

It's No Use Of Talking Unless People Understand What You Say.

The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From The Mash You Got.

I Am Colored But I Offer Nothing In The Way Of Extenuating Circumstances Except The Fact That I Am The Only Negro In The United States Whose Grandfather On The Mother's Side Was Not An Indian Chief.

For Four Hundred Years The Blacks Of Haiti Had Yearned For Peace. For Three Hundred Years The Island Was Spoken Of As A Paradise Of Riches And Pleasures, But That Was In Reference To The Whites To Whom The Spirit Of The Land Gave Welcome. Haiti Has Meant Split Blood And Tears For Blacks.