Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Because wherever I am today, I still owe it to God and I owe it to two men - the Honorable Elijah Muhammad and Malcolm X and of course, two very special women, my mother and my wife.

A great many men's gratitude is nothing but a secret desire to hook in more valuable kindnesses hereafter.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

When I look upon seamen, men of science and philosophers, man is the wisest of all beings when I look upon priests and prophets nothing is as contemptible as man.