A riot is the language of the unheard. On blacks in America; address at Birmingham AL

Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last.

The means by which we live have outdistanced the ends for which we live.

I could never adjust to the separate waiting rooms, separate eating places, separate rest rooms, partly because the separate was always unequal, and partly because the very idea of separation did something to my sense of dignity and self-respect.

I'm thinking of love in action and not something where you say, "Love your enemies," and just leave it at that, but you love your enemies to the point that you're willing to sit-in at a lunch counter in order to help them find themselves. You're willing to go to jail.

I guess one of the great agonies of life is that we are constantly trying to finish that which is unfinishable

We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear. That old law about "an eye for an eye" leaves everybody blind... The time is always right to do the right thing. Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.