“The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.”

Respect commands itself and it can neither be given nor withheld when it is due.

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.

I’ve gone beyond civil rights and human rights to creation rights.

I have taken an oath in my heart to oppose communism until the day I die.

What America demands in her black champions is a brilliant, powerful body and a dull, bestial mind.

The object is for everyone to do their own thing, but the thing is to make one’s thing the Revolution.

We knew that in the end what they were clashing over was us, what to do with the blacks, and whether or not to start treating us as human beings.

You don’t have to teach people how to be human. You have to teach them how to stop being inhuman.

We shall have our manhood. We shall have it or the earth will be leveled by our attempts to gain it.

The myth of the strong black woman is the other side of the coin of the myth of the beautiful dumb blonde.

I’ve gone beyond civil rights and human rights to creation rights.

You don’t have to teach people how to be human. You have to teach them how to stop being inhuman.

Sometimes people fake on each other out of genuine motives to hold onto the object of their tenderest feelings.

In prison, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.

I feel that I am a citizen of the American dream and that the revolutionary struggle of which I am a part is a struggle against the American nightmare.

If a man like Malcolm X could change and repudiate racism, if I myself and other former Muslims can change, if young whites can change, then there is hope for America.

What makes men obey or tolerate real power and, on the other hand, hate people who have wealth without power, is the rational instinct that power has a certain function and is of some general use.

A man may hate cruelty and lies, but if he’s never given an opportunity to show what he’s made of, no one will remember him when he dies.

It is so tiring to hate someone you love.

I am not opposed to the white race as charged by my enemies. I have no time to hate anyone. All my time is devoted to the up-building and development of the Negro Race.

The man who thinks hateful thoughts brings hatred upon himself. The man who thinks loving thoughts is loved.

Love is wise, hatred is foolish.

Feminists hate me, don’t they? And I don’t blame them. For I hate feminism. It is poison.

Love can flourish only as long as it is free and spontaneous; it tends to be killed by the thought of duty. To say that it is your duty to love so-and-so is the surest way to cause you to hate him of her.