Africa, help me to go home, carry me like an aged child in your arms. Undress me and wash me. Strip me of all of these garments, strip me as a man strips off dreams when the dawn comes. . . .

Culture is everything. Culture is the way we dress, the way we carry our heads, the way we walk, the way we tie our ties - it is not only the fact of writing books or building houses.

It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint.

I have a different idea of a universal. It is of a universal rich with all that is particular, rich with all the particulars there are, the deepening of each particular, the coexistence of them all.

There's room for everyone at the rendezvous of victory.

In the whole world no poor devil is lynched, no wretch is tortured, in whom I too am not degraded and murdered.

The weakness of most men they do not know how to become a stone or tree.

Reason, I sacrifice you to the evening breeze.

And let me die suddenly, to be born again in the revelation of beauty....And the revelation of beauty is the wisdom of the ancestors.

Poetic knowledge is born in the great silence of scientific knowledge.

A man screaming is not a dancing bear. Life is not a spectacle.

…because he was far more interested in allowing his disciples to cultivate a relationship and trust with and in him than leading them to a place of "arrival".

Remember, this is your day and your world.

Elegance is elimination.

Laws like the spider's web catch the fly and let the hawk go free.

In any society, fanatics who hate don't hate only me - they hate you, too. They hate everybody.

Growing up, me and my brother, we were kind of exact opposites. We were completely yin and yang. He was more rough and tumble, and I just wanted to play with my girlfriends.

Every Jew, somewhere in his being, should set apart a zone of hate - healthy virile hate - for what the German personifies and for what persists in the German.

Of all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name still lives.

No theology is genuinely Christian which does not arise from and focus on the cross.

I'm the Hiroshima of love.