The civil rights movement was based on faith. Many of us who were participants in this movement saw our involvement as an extension of our faith. We saw ourselves doing the work of the Almighty. Segregation and racial discrimination were not in keeping with our faith so we had to do something.

Far better is it to dare mighty things to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

We march and fight to death or on to victory. Our might is right no traitors shall prevail. Our hearts are steeled against the fiery gates of hell. No shot or shell can still our mighty song.

You hear a lot about God these days: God the beneficent God the all-great God the Almighty God the most powerful God the giver of life God the creator of death. I mean we're hearing about God all the time so we better learn how to deal with it. But if we know anything about God God is arbitrary.

Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it Almighty God! I know not what course others may take but as for me give me liberty or give me death!

Racing a thoroughbred grand prix car in front of a home crowd will be a surreal and mighty experience.

'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

Death be not proud though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so. For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not poor death nor yet canst thou kill me.

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty but is it Art?'

Faith mighty faith the promise sees And looks to God alone Laughs at impossibilities And cries it shall be done.