I may not get there with you, but I believe that we as a people will someday reach the promised land.
Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.
Why is the church always a taillight rather than a headlight?
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
A riot is the language of the unheard.
We can dream of an America, and a world, in which love and not money are civilization's bottom line.