The plague of racism is insidious, entering into our minds as smoothly and quietly and invisibly as floating airborne microbes enter into our bodies to find lifelong purchase in our bloodstreams.

In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

You can practice any virtue erratically, but nothing consistently without courage.

Blacks concede that hurrawing, jibing, jiving, signifying, disrespecting, cursing, even outright insults might be acceptable under particular conditions, but aspersions cast against one's family call for immediate attack.

I do not trust people who don't love themselves and yet tell me, 'I love you.' There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.

On this platform of peace, we can create a language to translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.

As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else.