Perhaps for the purposes of war racial differences had been buried, but certainly in no deep grave.

At first trouble is a new experience - gradually you learn that - that it isn't fatal.

Any fear is always worse than the thing itself.

I would not preach tolerance, which seems to me another name for condescension and presupposes faults in those to be tolerated ... Nor do I believe in demanding love - that should be the gift of a free will. But simply to be kind - that is not too much to ask of any of us.

You can never tell what will happen to a theory before you can get around to using it.

if some folks have buried their racial prejudices, the chances are that they've got the graves marked and will have no trouble disinterring their pet hates.

Prejudice is a seeping, dark stain, I think, more difficult to fight than hatred-which is powerful and violent and somehow more honest.