I just want to do God’s will. And he’s allowed me to go to the mountain. And I’ve looked over, and I’ve seen the promised land! I may not get there with you, but I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the promised land.
A riot is the language of the unheard.
Have we not come to such an impasse in the modern world that we must love our enemies – or else? The chain reaction of evil – hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars – must be broken, or else we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.
Discrimination is a hellhound that gnaws at Negroes in every waking moment of their lives to remind them that the lie of their inferiority is accepted as truth in the society dominating them.
Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.
Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
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.
Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.