The price of freedom is death.

Respect me, or put me to death.

His master’s pain was his pain. And it hurt him more for his master to be sick than for him to be sick himself. When the house started burning down, that type of Negro would fight harder to put the master’s house out than the master himself would. But then you had another Negro out in the field. The house Negro was in the minority. The masses—the field Negroes were the masses. They were in the majority. When the master got sick, they prayed that he’d die. If his house caught on fire, they'd pray for a wind to come along and fan the breeze.

Any time you see someone more successful than you are, they are doing something you aren't.

Revolutions are never waged singing "We Shall Overcome." Revolutions are based upon bloodshed.

I believe it's a crime for anyone who is being brutalized to continue to accept that brutality without doing something to defend himself.

If someone puts their hands on you make sure they never put their hands on anybody else again.