In this Revolution, no plans have been written for retreat. Those who will not get into step will find that the parade has passed them by.

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.

As marvelous as the stars is the mind of the person who studies them.

This hour in history needs a dedicated circle of transformed nonconformists. Our planet teeters on the brink of annihilation; dangerous passions of pride, hatred, and selfishness are enthroned in our lives; and men do reverence before false gods of nationalism and materialism. The saving of our world from pending doom will come, not through the complacent adjustment of the conforming majority, but through the creative maladjustment of a nonconforming minority.

Violence is not the way.

We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love.

There is nothing more tragic than to find an individual bogged down in the length of life, devoid of breadth.