Too Much Agreement Kills A Chat.

You're Either Part Of The Solution Or You're Part Of The Problem.

Respect Commands Itself And Can Neither Be Given Nor Withheld When It Is Due.

And Why Does It Make You Sad To See How Everything Hangs By Such Thin And Whimsical Threads? Because You’re A Dreamer, An Incredible Dreamer, With A Tiny Spark Hidden Somewhere Inside You Which Cannot Die, Which Even You Cannot Kill Or Quench And Which Tortures You Horribly Because All The Odds Are Against Its Continual Burning. In The Midst Of The Foulest Decay And Putrid Savagery, This Spark Speaks To You Of Beauty, Of Human Warmth And Kindness, Of Goodness, Of Greatness, Of Heroism, Of Martyrdom, And It Speaks To You Of Love.

There Is No Calamity Which A Great Nation Can Invite Which Equals That Which Follows A Supine Submission To Wrong And Injustice And The Consequent Loss Of National Self-respect And Honor, Beneath Which Are Shielded And Defended A People's Safety And Greatness.

The Racist Conscience Of America Is Such That Murder Does Not Register As Murder Really, Unless The Victim Is White... Blacks Knew That White Blood Is The Coin Of Freedom In A Land Where For Four Hundred Years Black Blood Has Been Shed Unremarked And With Impunity.