I have the audacity to believe that peoples everywhere can have three meals a day for their bodies, education and culture for their minds, and dignity, equality and freedom for their spirits.

Something should remind us once more that the great things in this universe are things that we never see.

But now I must affirm that it is just as wrong, or perhaps even more so, to use moral means to preserve immoral ends.

Today we know with certainty that segregation is dead. The only question remaining is how costly will be the funeral.

My place is in the sunlight of opportunity.

The poor in our countries have been shut out of our minds and driven from the mainstream of our societies, because we have allowed them to become invisible.

As a teenager I had never been able to accept the fact of having to go to the back of a bus or sit in the segregated section of a train. The first time I had been seated behind a curtain in a dining car, I felt as if the curtain had been dropped on my selfhood.