However painful it may be for me to accept this conclusion, I am obliged to state it: for the black man there is only one destiny. And it is white.

I ascribe a basic importance to the phenomenon of language. To speak means to be in a position to use a certain syntax, to grasp the morphology of this or that language, but it means above all to assume a culture, to support the weight of a civilization.

Fervor is the weapon of choice of the impotent.

There is a point at which methods devour themselves.

He who is reluctant to recognize me opposes me.

For the black man there is only one destiny. And it is white.

Violence is man re-creating himself.