The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppose.

What I ask for the Negro is not benevolence, not pity, not sympathy, but simply justice.

They who study mankind with a whip in their hands will always go wrong.

Without a struggle, there can be no progress.

It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.

Allow us the dignity to fight for our own freedom

It's a poor rule that won't work both ways.