Martin Luther King, Jr.

Let no man pull you low enough to hate him.

We bust build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear.

Those who are not looking for happiness are the most likely to find it, because those who are searching forget that the surest way to be happy is to seek happiness for others.

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

We may have all come on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now.

Change does not roll in on the wheels of inevitability, but comes through continuous struggle. And so we must straighten our backs and work for our freedom. A man can’t ride you unless your back is bent.

Such as take lodgings in a head that’s to be let unfurnished.

How hard you work matters more than how much you make.

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.

A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.

Gold will be slave or master.

If you want the time to pass quickly, just give your note for 90 days.

When you ascend the hill of prosperity, may you not meet a friend.

What is it they want from a man that they didn’t get from his work? What do they expect? What is there left of him when he’s done his work? What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What’s left of the man when the work’s done but a shambles of apology.

What we become depends on what our fathers teach us.

I was young and foolish then; now I am old and foolisher.

The universe is wider than our views of it.

Hunger is never delicate; they who are seldom gorged to the full with praise may be safely fed with gross compliments, for the appetite must be satisfied before it is disgusted.

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

No facts are to me sacred; none are profane; I simply experiment, an endless seeker, with no past at my back.

Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them.