I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in the stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Councilor or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to 'order' than to justice who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice who constantly says 'I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action' who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for someone else's freedom who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a 'more convenient season.'

Where there is reverence there is fear, but there is not reverence everywhere that there is fear, because fear presumably has a wider extension than reverence.

Socrates

I've had a lover's quarrel with the world

Robert Frost

I like to look at how people work together when they are put into stressful situations, when life stops being cozy.

Jeanette Winterson

The imagination is the golden pathway to everywhere.

Terence McKenna

The liberty of the individual is no gift of civilization. It was greatest before there was any civilization.

Sigmund Freud

Prosperity discovers vice, adversity discovers virtue.

Francis Bacon

At beyond continent of reality, there are oceans of ideas.

Toba Beta

nothing that is worth knowing can be taught

Oscar Wilde

So I had to be careful. I recognized the responsibility that, whether I liked it or not, I had to accept whatever the obligation was. That was to behave in a manner, to carry myself in such a professional way, as if there ever is a reflection, it's a positive one.

Sidney Poitier

I had an essence in my life that I was nothing.

Demi Moore

In the cold change which time hath wrought on love(The snowy winter of his summer prime),Should a chance sigh or sudden tear-drop moveThy heart to memory of the olden time;Turn not to gaze on me with pitying eyes,Nor mock me with a withered hope renewed;But from the bower we both have loved, ariseAnd leave me to my barren solitude!What boots it that a momentary flameShoots from the ashes of a dying fire?We gaze upon the hearth from whence it came,And know the exhausted embers must expire:Therefore no pity, or my heart will break;Be cold, be careless--for thy past love's sake!

Caroline Norton, The Cold Change

I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over, and I've seen the Promised Land.

Martin Luther King, Jr.