It'll Be The Ballot Or The Bullet.

I'm Not Going To Sit At Your Table And Watch You Eat, With Nothing On My Plate, And Call Myself A Diner. Sitting At The Table Doesn't Make You A Diner.

My Father Didn't Know His Real Name. My Father Got His Name From His Grandfather And He Got His Name From His Grandfather And He Got It From The Slave Master.

I Don't Have Any Hate. I've Got Some Sense. I'm Not Going To Let Anybody Who Hates Me Tell Me To Love Him. I'm Not That Way-out.

In Order For A Man To Really Understand Himself He Must Be Part Of A Nation; He Must Have Some Land Of His Own, A God Of His Own, A Language Of His Own. Most Of All He Must Have Love And Devotion For His Own Kind.

The Negro Neighborhood, Which Is Inferior, Is Begging For A Chance To - Integrate Itself Into That Which Is - Is Superior, Which Is Not Going To Happen. It's Going To Cause Trouble.