I am not going to say I have been a saint. I have not been a perfect man. None is perfect but the Father, which is in Heaven.

Violence is the weapon of the weak.

Not only are a voteless people a hopeless people. A non-producing people are hopeless also.

I'm sick and tired of black and white people of good intent giving aspirin to a society that is dying of a cancerous disease.

The industrial landscape is already littered with remains of once successful companies that could not adapt their strategic vision to altered conditions of competition.

I loved Martin Luther King more than a brother.

You may be assured that we won't ever let your words die. Like the words of our Master, Jesus Christ, they will live in our minds and our hearts and in the souls of black men and white men, brown men and yellow men as long as time shall last.