I will not take 'but' for an answer. Negroes have been looking at democracy's 'but' too long.

Road's in front o' me, Nothin' to do but walk.

I’s been livin’ a long time in yesterday, Sandy chile, an’ I knows there ain’t no room in de world fo’ nothin’ mo’n love. I know, chile! Ever’thing there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on yo’ soul. An’ to love sho ‘nough, you got to have a spot in yo’ heart fo’ ever’body – great an’ small, white an’ black, an’ them what’s good an’ them what’s evil – ‘cause love ain’t got no crowded-out places where de good ones stay an’ de bad ones can’t come in. When it gets that way, then it ain’t love.

They [the police] learned something from them Harlem riots. They used to beat your head right in public, but now they only beat it after they get you down to the station house.

Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

Good morning, Revolution: You're the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on

Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.