We cannot walk alone.

Three hundred years of humiliation, abuse and deprivation cannot be expected to find voice in a whisper.

The 'tide in the affairs of men' does not remain at the flood; it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is deaf to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residue of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words: 'Too late...'

I would suffer all the humiliation, all the torture, the absolute ostracism and even death, to prevent violence

Life's piano can only produce melodies of brotherhood (and sisterhood) when it is recognized that the black keys are as basic, necessary and beautiful as the white keys.

The curse of poverty has no justification in our age. It is socially as cruel and blind as the practice of cannibalism at the dawn of civilization, when men ate each other because they had not yet learned to take food from the soil or to consume the abundant animal life around them. The time has come for us to civilize ourselves by the total, direct and immediate abolition of poverty.

When I am commanded to love, I am commanded to restore community, to resist injustice, and to meet the needs of my brothers.