You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life’s July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November.

Laws are sand, customs are rock. Laws can be evaded and punishment escaped, but an openly transgressed custom brings sure punishment.

I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample underfoot. Men are no superior by reason of the accidents of race and color. The are superior who have the best heart—the best brain.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

What is not good for the swarm is not good for the bee.

Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.

Two percent of the people think; three percent of the people think they think; and ninety-five percent of the people would rather die than think.

Don't expect to build up the weak by pulling down the strong.

That which has always been accepted by everyone, everywhere, is almost certain to be false.

Racism is not dead, but it is on life support—kept alive by politicians, race hustlers and people who get a sense of superiority by denouncing others as ‘racists’.

Amid the seeming confusion of our mysterious world, individuals are so nicely adjusted to a system, and systems to one another and to a whole, that, by stepping aside for a moment, a man exposes himself to a fearful risk of losing his place forever.

It never ceases to amaze me: We all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinion than our own.