No poem ever bought a hamburger, or not too many.
The success of any great moral enterprise does not depend upon numbers.
There must be no compromise with slavery - none whatever. Nothing is gained, everything is lost, by subordinating principle to expedience.
Enslave the liberty of but one human being and the liberties of the world are put in peril.
I will be as harsh as truth, and uncompromising as justice. . . I am in earnest, I will not equivocate, I will not excuse, I will not retreat a single inch, and I will be heard.
Wherever there is a human being, I see God-given rights inherent in that being, whatever may be the sex or complexion.
Everyone should be treated fairly no matter what they look like.
Another cat? Perhaps. For love there is also a season; its seeds must be resown. But a family cat is not replaceable like a wornout coat or a set of tires. Each new kitten becomes its own cat, and none is repeated. I am four cats old, measuring out my life in friends that have succeeded but not replaced one another.
Whatsoever we perpetrate, we do but row; we are steered by fate.
Battles I lose none I make crews run I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one
I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly meet me halfway, or just beyond, one night, if only for an instant—step back into her own bare feet, onto the wet grass or fallen leaves or snowy ground of the living Enon, so that we could share just one last human word.