I Was Spent Up. I Sure Grabbed

My Once-keen Analytical Mind Has Become So Dulled By Endless Hours Of Baking In The Hot Sun, Thrashing About In Tight Chimneys, Pulling At Impossibly Heavy Loads, Freezing My Ass Off.... So That Now My Mental State Is Comparable To That Of A Peruvian Indian, Well Stoked On Coca Leaves.

There's Good In Everybody. Boost. Don't Knock.

I Knew That This Job Would Be Too Much For Me.

The Black Man Should Seek To Be, And He Should Be Encouraged To Be, The Best Possible Black Man And Not The Best Possible Imitation Of A White Man.

Practically All We Know Is That Thousands Of Native Haitians Have Been Killed By American Marines, And That Many Of Our Own Gallant Men Have Sacrificed Their Lives At The Behest Of An Executive Department In Order To Establish Laws Drafted By The Assistant Secretary Of The Navy. ... I Will Not Empower An Assistant Secretary Of The Navy To Draft A Constitution For Helpless Neighbors In The West Indies And Jam It Down Their Throats At The Point Of Bayonets Borne By U.s. Marines.