A man who has nothing he is willing to die for has nothing worth living for

Vanity asks, is it popular? Politics ask, will it work? But conscience and morality ask, is it right?

Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.

There is something wrong with our world, something fundamentally and basically wrong.

Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

It is not only poverty that torments the Negro; it is the fact of poverty amid plenty. It is a misery generated by the gulf between the affluence he sees in the mass media and the deprivation he experiences in his everyday life.

We can either walk the highroad of brotherhood or the low road of man's inhumanity to man.