It is appalling that the most segregated hour of Christian America is eleven o'clock on Sunday morning.

What good is having the right to sit at a lunch counter if you can't afford to buy a hamburger?

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

Let us be those creative dissenters who will call our beloved nation to a higher destiny. To a new plateau of compassion, to a more noble expression of humanness.

I was much more afraid in Montgomery when I had a gun in my house. When I decided that I couldn’t keep a gun, I came face-to-face with the question of death and I dealt with it. From that point on, I no longer needed a gun nor have I been afraid. Had we become distracted by the question of my safety we would have lost the moral offensive and sunk to the level of our oppressors.

Ultimately a great nation is a compassionate nation.