It's An Abnormal World I Live In.

I May Not Be Walking With You All The Way, Or Even Much Of The Way, As I Walk With You Now.

We Must Believe In The Power Of Education. We Must Respect Just Laws. We Must Love Ourselves, Our Old And Or Young, Our Women As Well As Our Men.

My Humanity, In Common With All Of God's Children, Gives The Greatest Flight To My Full Range Of My Possibilities.

Someone Once Told Me That God Figured That I Was A Pretty Good Juggler. I Could Keep A Lot Of Balls In The Air At One Time. So He Said, "let's See If He Can Juggle Another One."

There Were Times When I Asked Myself Whether I Was Being Principled Or Simply A Coward.... I Was Wrapped In The Cocoon Of Tennis Early In Life, Mainly By Blacks Like My Most Powerful Mentor, Dr. Robert Walter Johnson Of Lynchburg, Virginia. They Insisted That I Be Unfailingly Polite On The Court, Unfalteringly Calm And Detached, So That Whites Could Never Accuse Me Of Meanness. I Learned Well. I Look At Photographs Of The Skinny, Frail, Little Black Boy That I Was In The Early 1950s, And I See That I Was My Tennis Racquet And My Tennis Racquet Was Me. It Was My Rod And My Staff.