We black people, as a whole, are at war we'll say with the white power structure. Not physically, but we have definite protests to win the battle.

Cassius Clay is a name that white people gave to my slave master. Now that I am free, that I don't belong anymore to anyone, that I'm not a slave anymore, I gave back their white name, and I chose a beautiful African one.

In America they got two policemen, five policemen and one car watching each other, each has got a pistol, one has got a machine gun, one' got a shotgun and two dogs growling at each other.

It's the repetition of affirmations that leads to belief. And once that belief becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen.

Black people in America will never be free so long as they're on the white man's land. We can't be free until we get our own land and our own country in North America. When we separate from America and take maybe ten states, then we'll be free.

I called my training camp Fighter's Heaven

It will be a killer, and a chiller, and a thriller, when I get the gorilla in Manila.