“When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, ‘Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!’ ”ħ. And I submit to you that if a man has not discovered something that he will die for, he isn’t fit to live.”Ħ. “There are some things so dear, some things so precious, some things so eternally true, that they are worth dying for. “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”ĥ. “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”Ĥ. “We may have all come on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now.”ģ. “Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.”Ģ. So to the luminous purple azure his heart ascended.1. But the light in the eye, the sound of the voice! the soul trembles and like a flame leaps to meet them. A luminous purple glowing as Love glows in the cheek, so glowed the passion of the heavens. Down through the beauteous azure came the Light itself, pure, unreflected Light, untouched, untarnished even by the dew-sweetened petal of a flower, descending, flowing like a wind, a wind of glory sweeping through the blue. But porcelain is clay, and the light is shorn, checked, and shrunken. Through delicate porcelain sometimes the light comes, and it is not the porcelain, it is the light that is lovely. They are but stones, hard, cold, pitiful, that which gives them their lustre is the light. For the blue of the precious sapphire is thick to it, the turquoise dull, these hard surfaces are no more to be compared to it than sand and gravel.
Yet it was not blue, nor is there any word, nor is a word possible to convey the feeling unless one could be built up of signs and symbols like those in the book of the magician, which glowed and burned to and fro the page. “The sun had not yet stood out from the orient, but his precedent light shone through the translucent blue.
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