If we became students of Malcolm X, we would not have young black men out there killing each other like they're killing each other... now. Young black men would not be impregnating young black women at the rate going on now. We'd not have the drugs we have now, or the alcoholism.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Jefferson Smith: I hate to stand here and try your patience like this, but either I'm dead right or I'm crazy. Senator MacPhe...rson: You wouldn't care to put that to a vote, would you, Senator?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I always get back to the question, is it really necessary that men should consume so much of their bodily and mental energies in t...he machinery of civilised life? The world seems to me to do much of its toil for that which is not in any sense bread. Again, does not the latent feeling that much of their striving is to no purpose tend to infuse large quantities of sham into men's work?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
His pain was too great. He begged me for the simple mercy of death. And I could do nothing else but help him leave a world that ha...d become a sleepless, tortured nightmare to him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Martha, your father told me something once, a long time ago, when I first started to work with him: In the war of science, many pe...ople must die before any victory can be won.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... a friend told me that she had read of a woman who had knitted a wash rag for President Wilson. She was eighty years old and he...r friends thought it remarkable that she could knit a wash rag! I thought that if a woman of eighty could knit a wash rage for a Democratic President it behooved one of ninety-six to make something more than a wash rag for a Republican President.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite;... But black sin hath betrayed to endless night My world's both parts, and Oh! both parts must die.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,... And her soul early into heaven ravished, Wholly on heavenly things my mind is set.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sweetest love, I do not go For weariness of thee,... Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best To use myself in jest Thus by feigned deaths to die.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »