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 don’t know what the future may hold, but I know who holds the future.
It’s not the name they call you, it’s the name you answer to.
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.
Bring on your tear gas, bring on your grenades, your new supplies of Mace, your state troopers and even your national guards. But let the record show we ain’t going to be turned around.
I will always be open to receive my friends. I will not force myself on them.
Christians should be ready for a change because Jesus was the greatest changer in history.
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.
If you see a good fight, get in it and fight to win it!
Violence is the weapon of the weak.
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 wanted to show that Martin Luther King was simply a human being, not a god, not a saint.
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.
Not only are a voteless people a hopeless people. A non-producing people are hopeless also.
Everything I learned about the Great Depression was from a college textbook.
History will treat me right.