As far as I was concerned, the Depression was an ill wind that blew some good. If it hadn't occurred, my parents would have given me my college education. As it was, I had to scrabble for it.

Racism cannot be cured solely by attacking some of the results it produces, like discrimination in housing or in education.

Peace requires the simple but powerful recognition that what we have in common as human beings is more important and crucial than what divides us.

My parents had always preached the virtues of hard work. But hard work is one thing; economic struggle is another.

The natural idealism of youth is an idealism, alas, for which we do not always provide as many outlets as we should.

If education does not create a need for the best in life, then we are stuck in an undemocratic, rigid caste society.

We must treat the disease of racism. This means we must understand the disease.