The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

Man, born of woman, has found it a hard thing to forgive her for giving him birth. The patriarchal protest against the ancient matriarch has borne strange fruit through the years.

The question in crisis or ordeal is not: Are you going to be an extremist? The question is: What kind of extremist are you going to be?

Segregation is evil; there is no pattern of life which can dehumanize men as can the way of segregation.

Faith and doubt both are needed - not as antagonists, but working side by side to take us around the unknown curve.

None but the weak crave to be better than. Strong men are satisfied with their own strength.

For men tied fast to the absolute, bled of their differences, drained of their dreams by authoritarian leeches until nothing but pulp is left, become a massive, sick Thing whose sheer weight is used ruthlessly by ambitious men. Here is the real enemy of the people: our own selves dehumanized into the masses. And where is the David who can slay this giant?