“We prefer poverty in liberty than riches in slavery.”

You must fashion the revolution with the people. And if you fashion it with the people, the songs will come by themselves.

To take part in the African revolution, it is not enough to write a revolutionary song.

Two hundred fifty years of slavery. Ninety years of Jim Crow. Sixty years of separate but equal.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Socialism means slavery.

The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.

My definition of slavery is the deprivation of human volition, any form of relationship between two peoples which is based on the deprivation of volition of one side.

Everyone dreamed past and future dreams, of slavery and redemption, of improbable paradises, of equally mythical and improbable enemies; cosmic enemies, perverse and subtle, who pervade everything like the air.

So slavery, for example, or other forms of tyranny, are inherently monstrous. The individuals participating in them may be the nicest guys you can imagine.

As I often say, we have come a long way from the days of slavery, but in 2014, discrimination and inequality still saturate our society in modern ways.