There Is A Point At Which Methods

What I Call Middle-class Society Is Any Society That Becomes Rigidified In Predetermined Forms, Forbidding All Evolution, All Gains, All Progress, All Discovery. I Call Middle-class A Closed Society In Which Life Has No Taste, In Which The Air Is Tainted, In Which Ideas And Men Are Corrupt. And I Think That A Man Who Takes A Stand Against This Death Is In A Sense A Revolutionary.

The Basic Confrontation Which Seemed To Be Colonialism Versus Anti-colonialism, Indeed Capitalism Versus Socialism, Is Already Losing Its Importance. What Matters Today, The Issue Which Blocks The Horizon, Is The Need For A Redistribution Of Wealth. Humanity Will Have To Address This Question, No Matter How Devastating The Consequences May Be.

O My Body, Make Of Me Always A Man Who Questions!

The Oppressed Will Always Believe The Worst About Themselves.

Two Centuries Ago, A Former European Colony Decided To Catch Up With Europe. It Succeeded So Well That The United States Of America Became A Monster, In Which The Taints, The Sickness And The Inhumanity Of Europe Have Grown To Appalling Dimensions