I am not interested in picking up crumbs of compassion thrown from the table of someone who considers himself my master. I want the full menu of rights.
There really can be no peace without justice. There can be no justice without truth. And there can be no truth, unless someone rises up to tell you the truth.
A Black man should be more independent and depend on himself for his freedom and not to take it for granted that someone would lead him to it. The blacks are tired of standing at the touchlines to witness a game that they should be playing. They want to do things for themselves and all by themselves.
Easy is to occupy a place in a telephone book. Difficult is to occupy someone’s heart; know that you’re really loved.
If I’m at a book signing, and someone decides to take me to task, it can make for quite a sticky moment.
Every time somebody speaks of my honesty, there is someone who quivers inside me.
If you want to know your true opinion of someone, watch the effect produced in you by the first sight of a letter from him.
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.
It is never too late to strengthen the foundation of faith. There is always time. With faith in the Savior, you can repent and plead for forgiveness. There is someone you can forgive. There is someone you can thank. There is someone you can serve and lift. You can do it wherever you are and however alone and deserted you may feel.
I was dealing with craft, and that’s the surprising thing, the number of people who have literally broken down on our stage, because when you’re talking about the thing that is most important to someone, they’re liable to feel something strong.