Reach Up Your Hand... and take a star.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?

The only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you'll finish it.

A world I dream where black or white, Whatever race you be, Will share the bounties of the Earth And every man is free.

When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed - Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.

I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.

Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? ... Or does it explode?

He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.

Politics is not a picture on a wall or a television sitcom that you can decide you don't much care for.

To ennoble is to diminish by robbing people of their complexity, their completeness, of their humanity, which is always clouded by what gets stirred up at the bottom.

Which is my favourite book??Very complicated question... so far... I think that the question should be "My favourite books...!".

Honor is overrated.

Fear is only an illusion. It is the illusion that creates the feeling of separ-ateness-the false sense of isolation that exists only in your imagination.

Goat curry and a female librarian, that's what I'm in the mood for.

We always feel pretty creative as far as writing songs. We write them together; we just get in a room, or on occasion in Flea's garage. We just sort of improvise, like jazz musicians.

The worst crimes; are the crimes of the heart