Life Itself Is A Haphazard, Untidy, Messy

Men Are Beginning To Realize That They Are Not Individuals But Persons In Society, That Man Alone Is Weak And Adrift, That He Must Seek Strength In Common Action.

One Of The Greatest Evils Of The Day Among Those Outside Of Prison Is Their Sense Of Futility. Young People Say, What Is The Sense Of Our Small Effort? They Cannot See That We Must Lay One Brick At A Time, Take One Step At A Time; We Can Be Responsible Only For The One Action Of The Present Moment.

A 'dictatorship Of The Proletariat' Becomes Again Another Dictator.

The Legal Battle Against Segregation Is Won, But The Community Battle Goes On.

You Can't Write About Things Without Doing Them. You Just Have To Live That Same Way.