My Nostrils Dilate While Savoring The Acrid

Where A Government Has Come Into Power Through Some Form Of Popular Vote, Fraudulent Or Not, And Maintains At Least An Appearance Of Constitutional Legality, The Guerrilla Outbreak Cannot Be Promoted, Since The Possibilities Of Peaceful Struggle Have Not Yet Been Exhausted.

If You Have The Capacity To Tremble With Indignation Every Time That An Injustice Is Committed In The World, Then We Are Comrades.

I Knew That When The Great Guiding Spirit Cleaves Humanity Into Two Antagonistic Halves, I Would Be With The People. I Know This, I See It Printed In The Night Sky That I, Eclectic Dissembler Of Doctrine And Psychoanalyst Of Dogma, Howling Like One Possessed, Will Assault The Barricades Or The Trenches , Will Take My Bloodstained Weapon, And Consumed With Fury, Slaughter Any Enemy Who Falls Into My Hands.

If You Tremble With Indignation At Every Injustice Then You Are A Comrade Of Mine.

The Negro Is Indolent And A Dreamer; Spending His Meager Wage On Frivolity Or Drink; The European Has A Tradition Of Work And Saving, Which Has Pursued Him As Far As This Corner Of America And Drives Him To Advance Himself, Even Independently Of His Own Individual Aspirations.