Without compromise repression would be defeated. Just as some cancers feed on hormones, compromise becomes the hormone of oppression.

Each and every one of you has the power, the will and the capacity to make a difference in the world in which you live in

Artists are the gatekeepers of truth. We are civilization’s anchor. We are the compass for humanity’s conscience.

In the gun game, we are the most hunted. The river of blood that washes the streets of our nation flows mostly from the bodies of our black children.

I am who I am despite what America has put before me. I am who I am despite the obstacles that we have all faced based upon race and based upon social and spiritual humiliation.

You can cage the singer but not the song.

Art in its highest form is art that serves and instructs society and human development.

Bring it on. Dissent is central to any democracy.

These children and their parents know that getting an education is not only their right, but a passport to a better future - for the children and for the country.

We've come to this dark time in which the new Gestapo of Homeland Security lurks here, where citizens are having their rights suspended.

Where is the raised voice of black America? Why are we mute?

Truth is a hard master, and costly to serve, but it simplifies all problems.

Sometimes, I love to fight with you…Because, we end up loving each other more.

If you want your children to improve let them overhear the nice things you say about them to others.

I doubt that most people with short-term thinking love the natural world enough to save it.

It is a vulgar error that love, a love, to woman is her whole existence; she is born for Truth and Love in their universal energy

In that - and that is my personal view - Singapore delivers the most value, as they think about Formula One as a complete entertainment event, on and off track.

For it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered; the infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.

Sometimes I play something, and I haven't recorded it, and I don't know where it came from, why my hands did what they did, what key it was in, anything.

You're either my ship's cook-and then you were treated handsome-or Cap'n Silver, a common mutineer and pirate, and then you can go hang!

I'm not a natural reader but there are books I'll read and read again.