In our so-called democracy we are accustomed to give the majority what they want rather than educate them to understand what is best for them.

The mere imparting of information is not education. Above all things, the effort must result in making a man think and do for himself.

If the Negro in the ghetto must eternally be fed by the hand that pushes him into the ghetto, he will never become strong enough to get out of the ghetto.

Those who have no record of what their forebears have accomplished lose the inspiration which comes from the teaching of biography and history.

If a race has no history, if it has no worthwhile tradition, it becomes a negligible factor in the thought of the world, and it stands in danger of being exterminated.

No man knows what he can do until he tries.

As another has well said, to handicap a student by teaching him that his black face is a curse and that his struggle to change his condition is hopeless is the worst sort of lynching.

The real servant of the people must live among them, think with them, feel for them, and die for them.

For me, education means to inspire people to live more abundantly, to learn to begin with life as they find it and make it better.

The mere imparting of information is not education.

You must give your own story to the world.

When we get too comfortable in our routine we stop challenging ourselves. Complacency is the silent dream killer.

I seek and search for the light of knowledge.

We don't heal in isolation, but in community.

If you realized how beautiful you are, you would fall at your own feet.

I always feel a bit awkward when it's time to talk about the K.I.N.D. fund. I don't want to be one of those guys on a telephone begging you to contribute.

To go on vegetating in cowardly dependence on physicians and machinations, after the meaning of life, the right to life, has been lost, that ought to prompt a profound contempt in society.

When thoughts arise, then do all things arise. When thoughts vanish, then do all things vanish.

Some relationships aren't meant to be Great Love; they're meant to be like a hot fudge sundae--enjoyable but not something you can acually live on.

A Myrddraal has less cunning than a woman, and a Trolloc fights with more honor. And a goat has more sense.

A god who is both self-sufficient and content to remain so could not interest us enough to raise the question of his existence.