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.

I have suffered as much as Martin Luther King. Only I didn't get the bullet. And I would have taken the bullet if I could have.

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.

I don't know what the future may hold, but I know who holds the future.

I wanted to show that Martin Luther King was simply a human being, not a god, not a saint.

History will treat me right.

I loved Martin Luther King more than a brother.