My Hopes Were Never Brighter Than Now.

What, To The American Slave, Is Your Fourth Of July? I Answer: A Day That Reveals To Him, More Than All Other Days Of The Year, The Gross Injustices And Cruelty To Which He Is The Constant Victim. To Him Your Celebration Is A Sham.

No Man Can Put A Chain About The Ankle Of His Fellow Man Without At Last Finding The Other End Fastened About His Own Neck.

Freedom Now Appeared, To Disappear No More Forever... I Saw Nothing Without Seeing It, I Heard Nothing Without Hearing It, And Felt Nothing Without Feeling It. It Looked From Every Star, It Smiled In Every Calm, Breathed In Every Wind, And Moved In Every Storm.

The Sunlight That Has Brought Life And Healing To You Has Brought Stripes And Death To Me. This Fourth Of July Is Yours, Not Mine.

My Theory Of Self-made Men Is, Then, Simply This; That They Are Men Of Work. Whether Or Not Such Men Have Acquired Material, Moral Or Intellectual Excellence, Honest Labor Faithfully, Steadily And Persistently Pursued, Is The Best, If Not The Only, Explanation Of Their Success... All Human Experience Proves Over And Over Again, That Any Success Which Comes Through Meanness, Trickery, Fraud And Dishonour, Is But Emptiness And Will Only Be A Torment To Its Possessor.