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Dare to reach out your hand into the darkness, to pull another hand into the light. – Norman B. Rice

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Ordinarily, a person leaving a courtroom with a conviction behind him would wear a somber face. But I left with a smile. I knew that I was a convicted criminal, but I was proud of my crime. – Martin Luther King,Jr., March 22, 1956

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Each of us is something of a schizophrenic personality, tragically divided against ourselves. – Martin Luther King,Jr., Strength to Love, 1963

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Will we march only to the music of time, or will we, risking criticism and abuse, march to the soul-saving music of eternity? – Martin Luther King,Jr., Strength to Love, 1963

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We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the vitriolic words and actions of the bad people, but for the appalling silence of the good people. – Martin Luther King,Jr.

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