The appetite grows for what it feeds on.

The way to right wrongs is to turn the light of truth upon them.

One had better die fighting against injustice than die like a dog or a rat in a trap.

The people must know before they can act, and there is no educator to compare with the press.

There must always be a remedy for wrong and injustice if we only know how to find it.

Virtue knows no color line.

Those who commit the murders write the reports.

I am only a mouthpiece through which to tell the story of lynching and I have told it so often that I know it by heart. I do not have to embellish; it makes its own way.

A Winchester rifle should have a place of honor in every black home.

The appeal to the white man's pocket has ever been more effectual than all the appeals ever made to his conscience.

It is extremely rough to follow through with my goals, but I felt a responsibility to show the world what the African Americans are facing through this rough patch.

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt. - A

You know, " I said to Michael, "my girlfriend took him down with a broken tree branch." "Too bad she isn't here, " he said.

God is a strange and mysterious master, and I no doubt am a strange and mysterious servant, but from this day forward I am His. I am forever changed, by my own choice, and I wonder if He is too.

There is no man so good who were he to submit all his thoughts and actions to the laws would not deserve hanging ten times in his life.

Sarah Palin is an empty vessel ready to be filled by ideology that she doesn't even understand, and that is really scary. Nothing is more frightening than an empty vessel in power.

Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, till the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means.

All the rest of us - you and me and even the thousands of soldiers behind the lines in Africa - we want terribly yet only academically for the war to get over.

A Swedish newspaper reporter called and said, You've been awarded the Prize. I was quite sure it was a practical joke.

I dread the idea of a paparazzi snapping me while I'm out running.

Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.