I was in his hands, he called me by the thunder at my ear. I was in his hands: I was being changed; all that I could do was cling to him. I did not realize, until I realized it, that I was also kissing him, that everything was breaking and changing and turning in me and moving toward him.

When human rights are abused on a grand scale, the broth of purity boils and feeds the rebellion of a new order.

People who have been wronged will attempt to right the wrong; they would not be people if they didn't. They can rarely afford to be scrupulous about the means they will use. They will use such means as come to hand. Neither, in the main, will they distinguish one oppressor from another, nor see through to the root principle of their oppression.

There was no room in God's army for the coward heart, no crown awaiting him who put mother or father, sister or brother, sweetheart or friend above God's will. Let the church cry amen to this!

Confusion is a luxury which only the very, very young can possibly afford and you are not that young anymore

People can cry much easier than they can change.

American history is longer, larger, more various, more beautiful, and more terrible than anything anyone has ever said about it.