People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen forget.

I'm beginning to think that maybe everything that happens makes sense. Like, if it didn't make sense, how could it happen?

You know, it's not the world that was my oppressor, because what the world does to you, if the world does it to you long enough and effectively enough, you begin to do to yourself.

You've got to tell the world how to treat you. If the world tells you how you are going to be treated, you are in trouble.

The white man discovered the Cross by way of the Bible, but the black man discovered the Bible by way of the Cross.

When Americans look out on the world, they see nothing but dark and menacing strangers who appear to have no sense of rhythm at all, nor any respect or affection for white people; and white Americans really do not know what to make of all this, except to increase the defense budget.

Drive to the heart of every answer and expose the question the answer hides.