Sometimes, I feel I am really blessed to be blind because I probably would not last a minute if I were able to see things.
As far as I am concerned, freedom summer never really ended.
I've never been afraid to step out and to reach out and to move out in order to make things happen.
If I was an exceptional human being in Detroit, then I saw no reason why I couldn't be an exceptional human being in Mississippi. In Hattiesburg.
If you can't find anybody else, then I'll go. So, they couldn't find anybody else. So, I went.
I think the highest forgiveness is to accept that creation is thoroughly tangled, with every possible quality given outlet for expression. People need to accept once and for all that there is only one life and each of us is free to shape it through the choices we make. Seeking can’t get anyone out of the tangle because everything is tangled up…it’s much easier to keep up the fight between good and evil, holy and profane, us and them. But as awareness grows, these opposites begin to calm down in their clashes, and something else emerges- a world you feel at home in.
If you’re fifteen or so, today, I suspect that you inhabit a sort of endless digital Now, a state of atemporality enabled by our increasingly efficient communal prosthetic memory. I also suspect that you don’t know it, because, as anthropologists tell us, one cannot know one’s own culture.
He died alone because he was too embarrassed to phone anyone.
God alone is the judge of true greatness because He knows men's hearts.