The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
Category Archive: March 11
I loved Martin Luther King more than a brother.
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.
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.
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
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.
It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
Everything I learned about the Great Depression was from a college textbook.
I wanted to show that Martin Luther King was simply a human being, not a god, not a saint.
Love is when you don’t have to be with another person to touch their heart!