Our dehumanization of the Negro then is indivisible from our dehumanization of ourselves; the loss of our own identity is the price we pay for our annulment of his.

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.

History is not a procession of illustrious people. It's about what happens to a people. Millions of anonymous people is what history is about.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

The great force of history comes from the fact that we carry it within us, are unconsciously controlled by it in many ways, and history is literally present in all that we do.

Great art can only be created out of love.

Everything now, we must assume, is in our hands; we have no right to assume otherwise. If we do not falter in our duty now, we may be able, handful that we are, to end the racial nightmare, and achieve our country, and change the history of the world.