I have a dream that I will fulfill. And nothing else will distract me from my path.

Discontent is the wheel that moves people forward.

Hope is a path on the mountainside. At first there is no path. But then there are people passing that way. And there is a path.

Lies written in ink cannot disguise facts written in blood.

If men refuse to be kindled, sparks can only burn themselves out, just as paper images and carriages burn out on the street during funerals.

The ability to forget the past enables people to free themselves gradually from the pain they once suffered; but it also often makes them repeat the mistakes of their predecessors.

I have a dream that I will fulfill. And nothing else will distract me from my path.