There Are A Lot Of Clear Thinkers

I Was Always Optimistic. And I Held To And Was Guided By My Views.

It Was Only When I Lay There On The Rotting Prison Straw That I Sensed Within Myself The First Stirrings Of Good. Gradually It Was Disclosed To Me That The Line Separating Good And Evil Passes Not Between States Nor Between Social Classes Nor Between Political Parties, But Right Through Every Human Heart, Through All Human Hearts. And That Is Why I Turn Back To The Years Of My Imprisonment And Say, Sometimes To The Astonishment Of Those About Me, Bless You, Prison, For Having Been A Part Of My Life.

Let Us Not Forget That Violence Does Not Live Alone And Is Not Capable Of Living Alone: It Is Necessarily Interwoven With Falsehood. Between Them Lies The Most Intimate, The Deepest Of Natural Bonds. Violence Finds Its Only Refuge In Falsehood, Falsehood Its Only Support In Violence. Any Man Who Has Once Acclaimed Violence As His Method Must Inexorably Choose Falsehood As His Principle.

We Have To Condemn The Very Idea That Some People Have The Right To Repress Others.

You Know The Words From The Bible: 'build Not On Sand, But On Rock....' Tyrant Leaders Respect Only Firmness...and Laugh At Persons Who Give In To Them.