“When my father died, the money he left us would have dried up within a year were it not for my mother. We might very well have ended up on welfare.”

Some of the aspects of my speaking style are inherited and come naturally to me. I didn’t take classes, and I didn’t do anything to hone my skills.

My mother and Ethel Kennedy became good friends and worked together on a number of causes they had shared with their husbands. They together co-chaired ‘A Time to Remember’ to mobilize a movement for gun control.

Environmental injustice is a tangible, intolerable example of an exhibited moral laxity and minimal concern for healthy standards by corporations and political structures based on the race, ethnicity, and class of those being impacted.

Thank God for the efforts of Black Lives Matter – we’ve seen an awakening in this era in a way we didn’t see in Daddy’s era in terms of people coming to grips with white privilege.

When I speak, I want to ensure that there is at least one person in the audience who leaves the room transformed.

Nelson Mandela, a better man, not a bitter man, made our world a better place in which to live. His life and leadership exemplify the highest courage, dignity, and dedication to human liberation.

My mother made countless sacrifices so that her children – and all children – could grow up in a better nation and world.

The private sector enjoys tremendous freedom in the U.S, as it should. With freedom, however, comes responsibilities.

My father provided some very important guidance in how we deal with conflict and polarization.

I don’t know if you realize this, but anger is anger. It has no mind. It has no rationality. It’s mad, and it just wants to destroy.

Nonviolence will empower and equip us to bring generations to the table and fuse our knowledge, gifts, and zeal together.

Some people feel like I’m arrogant. It’s unfortunate, because people don’t know my heart.

Refuse to be disheartened, discouraged, distracted from your goals in life.

Continue to speak out against all forms of injustice to yourselves and others, and you will set a mighty example for your children and for future generations.

We must rediscover our faith in the future and join with one another to ensure that nonviolence is the prevalent choice for government, law enforcement, the non-profit sector, business, education, media, entertainment, arts, and for the global citizenry.

In 1985, I was arrested, along with my mother and brother, Martin III, in a protest against apartheid at the South African Embassy in Washington, D.C.

It doesn’t matter whether you believe in God or not. Still, one day you will come to meet death. Perhaps, you can stop believing in death too; in order to live forever.

Mother, I want to die this world is too cruel and I am too fragile.

While the parts change, the whole always remains the same. For every thief who departs this world, a new one is born. And every decent person who passes away is replaced by a new one. In this way not only does nothing remain the same but also nothing ever really changes.

Make sure to send a lazy man the angel of death.

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.

Let us be the ones who say we do not accept that a child dies every three seconds simply because he does not have the drugs you and I have. Let us be the ones to say we are not satisfied that your place of birth determines your right for life. Let us be outraged; let us be loud; let us be bold.

Dhikr (remembrance of Allah) is to the heart as water is to a fish; see what happens to a fish when it is taken out of water.