The sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.
Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.
I am not interested in power for power’s sake, but I’m interested in power that is moral, that is right and that is good.
Utopia would mean a park – some large, some small – every four or five blocks.
When the theater gates open, a mob pours inside, and it is the poet’s task to turn it into an audience.
Justice is never given; it is exacted and the struggle must be continuous for freedom is never a final fact, but a continuing evolving process to higher and higher levels of human, social, economic, political and religious relationship.
To declaim freedom verses seems like a poem within a poem; freedom requires guns, it requires arms, but no feet.
Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.
The time is always right to do what is right.
The hope of a secure and livable world lies with disciplined nonconformists who are dedicated to justice, peace and brotherhood.