“Who taught you to hate yourself?”

Stumbling is not falling.

Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.

Our objective is complete freedom, justice and equality by any means necessary.

Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery.

Of all our studies, history is best qualified to reward our research.

All over this world people are standing up for freedom.

How can anyone be against love?

Anytime you find someone more successful than you are, especially when you’re both engaged in the same business – you know they’re doing something that you aren’t.

Just as a tree without roots is dead, a people without history or cultural roots also becomes a dead people.

You can’t hate the roots of a tree and not hate the tree.

It is only after the deepest darkness that the greatest light can come; it is only after extreme grief that the greatest joy can come.

You can’t have capitalism without racism.

The greatest mistake of the movement has been trying to organize a sleeping people around specific goals. You have to wake the people up first, then you’ll get action.

How can you thank a man for giving you what’s already yours? How then can you thank him for giving you only part of what is yours?

We need more light about each other. Light creates understanding, understanding creates love, love creates patience, and patience creates unity.

I believe in a religion that believes in freedom. Any time I have to accept a religion that won’t let me fight a battle for my people, I say to hell with that religion.

The difference breeds hatred.

I don’t hate old men but listen when being spoken to.

I like someone who doesn’t take life too seriously. I hate people who are a bit uptight.

Hate is a passionate emotion.

There’s only two things I hate in this world. People who are intolerant of other people’s cultures and the Dutch.

I hold grudges, but I can’t hate nobody; that’s not my nature.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

You know what I hate? Indian givers… no, I take that back.