We may have different religions, different languages, different colored skin, but we all belong to one human race.
Americans of our own time - minority and majority Americans alike - need the continued guidance that the Voting Rights Act provides. We have come a long way, but more needs to be done.
The capacity to suffer varies more than anything that I have observed in human nature.
A narrow mind and a fat head invariably come on the same person.
Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies but not the madness of people.
The world would be happier if men had the same capacity to be silent that they have to speak.
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.
Johnny Cash has always been larger than life.
All is in the hands of man. Therefore wash them often.
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Man has the power to act as his own destroyer - and that is the way he has acted through most of his history.
Everywhere man blames nature and fate yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passion, his mistakes and his weaknesses.
If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.
Humanism was not wrong in thinking that truth, beauty, liberty, and equality are of infinite value, but in thinking that man can get them for himself without grace.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
Stupid men are often capable of things the clever would not dare to contemplate...
As far as I knew white women were never lonely, except in books. White men adored them, Black men desired them and Black women worked for them.
How can you thank a man for giving you what's already yours? How then can you thank him for giving you only part of what is yours?