All the gods are dead except the god of war.

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

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

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

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.

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

But it is not that easy, is it? I seek a lasting relationship, something permanent in a world of change, in which all is transitory, ephemeral, and full of pain.