Quote by Eldridge Cleaver
Too much agreement kills the chat. - Eldridge Cleaver

Too much agreement kills the chat. – Eldridge Cleaver

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The paper tiger hero, James Bond, offering the whites a triumphant image of themselves, is saying what many whites want desperately to hear reaffirmed: I am still the White Man, lord of the land, licensed to kill, and the world is still an empire at my feet. – Eldridge Cleaver

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Heroes/Heroism
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Americans think of themselves collectively as a huge rescue squad on twenty-four-hour call to any spot on the globe where dispute and conflict may erupt. – Eldridge Cleaver

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America
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The Twist was a guided missile, launched from the ghetto into the very heart of suburbia. The Twist succeeded, as politics, religion, and law could never do, in writing in the heart and soul what the Supreme Court could only write on the books. – Eldridge Cleaver

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Dance, Dancing
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Consensus is what many people say in chorus but do not believe as individuals. – Abba Eban

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There is no calamity which a great nation can invite which equals that which follows a supine submission to wrong and injustice and the consequent loss of national self-respect and honor, beneath which are shielded and defended a peoples safety and greatness. – Grover Cleveland

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A verbal contract isnt worth the paper its written on. – Samuel Goldwyn

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Agreement

Even savage animals can agree among themselves. – Juvenal

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