We must believe that it is the darkest before the dawn of a beautiful new world. We will see it when we believe it.
A racially integrated community is a chronological term timed from the entrance of the first black family to the exit of the last white family.
Change means movement. Movement means friction. Only in the frictionless vacuum of a nonexistent abstract world can movement or change occur without that abrasive friction of conflict.
Once you accept your own death, all of a sudden you're free to live. You no longer care about your reputation. You no longer care except so far as your life can be used tactically to promote a cause you believe in.
Tactics mean doing what you can with what you have.
Life is a corrupting process from the time a child learns to play his mother off against his father in the politics of when to go to bed; he who fears corruption fears life.
Power is not only what you have but what the enemy thinks you have.
Any revolutionary change must be preceded by a passive, affirmative, non-challenging attitude toward change among the mass of our people. They must feel so frustrated, so defeated, so lost, so futureless in the prevailing system that they are willing to let go of the past and chance the future.
History is a relay of revolutions.
Always remember the first rule of power tactics; power is not only what you have but what the enemy thinks you have.
The greatest enemy of individual freedom is the individual himself.
Mankind has been and is divided into three parts: the Haves, the Have-Nots, and the Have-a-Little, Want Mores.
The organizer dedicated to changing the life of a particular community must first rub raw the resentments of the people of the community.
'The Prince' was written by Machiavelli for the Haves on how to hold power. 'Rules for Radicals' is written for the Have-Nots on how to take it away.
Last guys don't finish nice.
I've never joined any organization - not even the ones I've organized myself. I prize my own independence too much.
There can be no darker or more devastating tragedy than the death of man's faith in himself and in his power to direct his future.
Everybody owned stock in the Capone mob; in a way, he was a public benefactor. I remember one time when he arrived at his box seat in Dyche Stadium for a Northwestern football game on Boy Scout Day, and 8,000 scouts got up in the stands and screamed in cadence, 'Yea, yea, Big Al. Yea, yea, Big Al.'
If the ends don't justify the means, what does?
The first step in community organization is community disorganization.