Only those who hate the Negro see hatred in the Negro.

Men of action, above all those whose actions are guided by love, live forever.

I come from all places and to all places I go: I am art among the arts and mountain among mountains. I know the strange names of flowers and herbs and of fatal deceptions and magnificent griefs. In night's darkness I've seen raining down on my head pure flames, flashing rays of beauty divine.

Only those who hate the Negro see hatred in the Negro.

Talent is a gift that brings with it an obligation to serve the world, and not ourselves, for it is not of our making.

I know that when the world surrenders, pallid, to repose, the murmur of a tranquil stream through the deep silence flows.

Treacherous assassins, enemies of the people, and worthy of everyone's ridicule are those who, under the pretext of guiding future generations, teach them an isolated system of doctrines and whisper in their ear (instead of the sweet message of love) the barbarous gospel of hate.