To be free . . . to walk the good American earth as equal citizens, to live without fear, to enjoy the fruits of our toil, to give our children every opportunity in life--that dream which we have held so long in our hearts is today the destiny that we hold in our hands.

Freedom is a hard-bought thing and millions are in chains, but they strain toward the new day drawing near.

Artists are the radical voice of civilization.

Artists are the gate keepers of truth. We are civilization’s radical voice.

The man who accepts Western values absolutely, finds his creative faculties becoming so warped and stunted that he is almost completely dependent on external satisfactions, and the moment he becomes frustrated in his search for these, he begins to develop neurotic symptoms, to feel that life is not worth living, and, in chronic cases, to take his own life.

But the deep desire for peace remained with the American people.

We [must] realize that our future lies chiefly in our own hands.