Today I believe in the possibility of love; that is why I endeavor to trace its imperfections, its perversions.
No attempt must be made to encase man, for it is his destiny to be set free.
For the black man there is only one destiny. And it is white.
There is a point at which methods devour themselves.
For violence, like Achilles' lance, can heal the wounds it has inflicted.
I am black: I am the incarnation of a complete fusion with the world, an intuitive understanding of the earth, an abandonment of my ego in the heart of the cosmos, and no white man, no matter how intelligent he may be, can ever understand Louis Armstrong and the music of the Congo.