The quality, not the longevity, of one's life is what is important.

The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.

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

The road to freedom is a difficult, hard road. It always makes for temporary setbacks.

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

We are out to defeat injustice and not white persons who may be unjust.

Forgiveness is not an occasional act. It is a permanent attitude. That which I was not but could have been. That which I would have done but did not do. Can I find the fortitude to remember in truth,to understand, to submit, to forgive and to be free to move on in time?