We Black People, As A Whole, Are

Every Time I Look In The Mirror, I See That Kid From Louisville, Kentucky, Staring Back At Me. His Name Was Cassius Clay.

Don't Count The Days, Make The Days Count.

It's Just A Job. Grass Grows, Birds Fly, Waves Pound The Sand. I Beat People Up.

I Outwit Them, And Then I Outhit Them

We Must Not Only Control The Weapons That Can Kill Us, We Must Bridge The Great Disparities Of Wealth And Opportunity Among The Peoples Of The World, The Vast Majority Of Whom Live In Poverty Without Hope, Opportunity Or Choices In Life. These Conditions Are A Breeding Ground For Division That Can Cause A Desperate People To Resort To Nuclear Weapons As A Last Resort. Our Only Hope Lies In The Power Of Our Love, Generosity, Tolerance And Understanding And Our Commitment To Making The World A Better Place.