I refuse to accept the cynical notion that nation after nation must spiral down a militaristic stairway into the hell of thermonuclear destruction... I believe that even amid today's mortar bursts and whining bullets, there is still hope for a brighter tomorrow... I still believe that one day mankind will bow before the altars of God and be crowned triumphant over war and bloodshed.

The Negro cannot win the respect of his oppressor by acquiescing; he merely increases the oppressor's arrogance and contempt.

Be sure to play "Blessed Lord" tonight - play it real pretty.

The true neighbor will risk his position, his prestige, and even his life for the welfare of others.

The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.

Love is somehow the key that unlocks the door which leads to ultimate reality.

History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.