“The black man continues on his way. He plods wearily no longer-he is striding freedom road with the knowledge that if he hasn’t got the world in a jug, at least he has the stopper in his hand.”

There is no future for a people who deny their past.

I am the product of the sustained indignation of a branded grandfather, the militant protest of my grandmother

Press forward at all times, climbing forward toward that higher ground of the harmonious society that shapes the laws of man to the laws of God.

No one can say Christianity has failed. It has never been tried.

We have produced a world of contented bodies and discontented minds.

A man’s respect for law and order exists in precise relationship to the size of his paycheck.

The disciplined resentment of my father and mother, and the power of the mass action of the church.

Unless man is committed to the belief that all mankind are his brothers, then he labors in vain and hypocritically in the vineyards of equality.

It’s never the right time to take a particular stand.

Revenge in the hands of your enemies is a loaded gun.

I’d probably go to see Saturn first-thing and see as close to those rings as I can get and see if I can fly by one of them and try and put one of my hands through them.

Shaq is Shaq. I did an episode of The Soup with Shaq, and he shook my hand, and I felt like I was a Ken doll, like I had no hand.

The small businessman is smart; he realizes there’s no free lunch. On the other hand, he knows where to go to get a good inexpensive sandwich.

I lay my hands upon the stars, as on the crystal wheels of the harmonica. Now fast, now slow, as my soul wills, I turn the stars.

I am the master! I stretch forth my hands, even to the skies!

In baseball, it’s tough to get up for every single game, every single moment. In football, you have 90,000 fans screaming and the band’s playing. I do miss that

What we used to settle with common sense or a fist, we settle with hand sanitizer and lawyers.