A civilization is always judged in its decline.

Out of abysses of Illiteracy, Through labyrinths of Lies, Across wastelands of Disease . . . We advance Out of dead-ends of Poverty, Through wilderness of Superstition, Across barricades of Jim Crowism . . . We advance.

Old men dream dreams; young men see visions.

A civilization is always judged in its decline.

The question is -- Who will get to heaven first; the man who talks or the man who acts?

When the exceptional historian comes along, you have a poet.