Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.
We need more light about each other. Light creates understanding, understanding creates love, love creates patience, and patience creates unity.
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
We all should know that diversity makes for a rich tapestry, and we must understand that all the threads of the tapestry are equal in value no matter what their color.
It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.
God’s love is too great to be confined to any one side of a conflict or to any one religion.
Exclusion is never the way forward on our shared paths to freedom and justice.
Never make fun of someone who speaks broken English. It means they know another language.
If we cannot now end our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity.
Everywhere immigrants have enriched and strengthened the fabric of American life.
Stop labeling people just because they’re not like you.
Our ability to reach unity in diversity will be the beauty and the test of our civilization.
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Beneath the skin, beyond the differing features and into the true heart of being, fundamentally, we are more alike, my friend, than we are unalike.
Together, we can make a change in the world. Together we can help to stop racism. Together we can help to stop prejudice. We can help the world live without fear. It is our only hope. And without hope we are lost.
Whatever religion we are, we must pray together.
Our only hope lies in the power of our love, generosity, tolerance and understanding and our commitment to making the world a better place for all...
All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light.
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear.