It's going to take an act of Congress to deal with poverty and hunger, not only in this country, but throughout the world. We have the resources but we don't have the will.

It doesn't matter how strong your opinions are. If you don't use your power for positive change, you are, indeed, part of the problem.

Struggle is a never ending process. Freedom is never really won, you earn it and win it in every generation.

Freedom and justice cannot be parceled out in pieces to suit political convenience. I don't believe you can stand for freedom for one group of people and deny it to others.

Women, if the soul of the nation is to be saved, I believe that you must become its soul.

The greatness of a community is most accurately measured by the compassionate actions of its members.

Hate is too great a burden to bear. It injures the hater more than it injures the hated.

I am convinced that the women of the world, united without any regard for national or racial dimensions, can become a most powerful force for international peace and brotherhood.

When the heart is right, the mind and the body will follow.

When you are willing to make sacrifices for a great cause, you will never be alone.

We must eliminate the gulf of mistrust and ignorance that keeps us from learning from each other.

A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running.

Fear of the unknown and resentment bring stress.

Some' strong decisions stamp you as 'rude'. But in future, they will realize that you were right. But be cautious about the 'Some'.

I was a bit of an outsider in the hip-hop world because I was a scratch kid and people weren't necessarily trying to hear that all the time.

I wouldn't cut you out of my life Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine's Day gift." Gross," said Clary. "Must you?" Simon grinned. "I must.

Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

There's a certain amount of what I wear that I wear for irony.

I have a real low tolerance for parasites, and you're so close to the limit that I'm already reaching for the flea powder.

Who has told you that the fruit belies the flower? For the fruit you have not tasted, and the flower you know but by report.

My innocence is a dying flower