We Shall Have Our Manhood. We Shall

And Why Does It Make You Sad To See How Everything Hangs By Such Thin And Whimsical Threads? Because You’re A Dreamer, An Incredible Dreamer, With A Tiny Spark Hidden Somewhere Inside You Which Cannot Die, Which Even You Cannot Kill Or Quench And Which Tortures You Horribly Because All The Odds Are Against Its Continual Burning. In The Midst Of The Foulest Decay And Putrid Savagery, This Spark Speaks To You Of Beauty, Of Human Warmth And Kindness, Of Goodness, Of Greatness, Of Heroism, Of Martyrdom, And It Speaks To You Of Love.

Every Highly Successful Person Is A Maniac On A Mission. Too Much Agreement Kills A Chat

Americans Think Of Themselves Collectively As A Huge Rescue Squad On Twenty-four Hour Call To Any Spot On The Globe Where Dispute And Conflict May Erupt.

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.