A Man's Bread And Butter Is Only

A Happy But Miserable State In Which Man Finds Himself From Time To Time; Sometimes He Believes He Is Happy By Loving, Then Suddenly He Finds How Miserable He Is. It Is All Joy, It Sweetens Life, But It Does Not Last. It Comes And Goes, But When It Is Active, There Is No Greater Virtue, Because It Makes One Supremely Happy.

Look To Africa, When A Black King Shall Be Crowned For The Day Of Deliverance Is At Hand!

Negro Producers, Negro Distributors, Negro Consumers! The World Of Negroes Can Be Self Contained. We Desire Earnestly To Deal With The Rest Of The World, But If The Rest Of The World Desire Not, We Seek Not

We Were The First Fascists, When We Had 100,000 Disciplined Men, And Were Training Children, Mussolini Was Still An Unknown. Mussolini Copied Our Fascism.

I Read "up From Slavery" And Then My Dream - If I May So Call It - Of Being A Race Leader Dawned.