The fog wasn't simply the steamy vapors off the bay caught and penned in by hills, but a soft breath of anonymity that shrouded and cushioned the bashful traveler.
This bed yawnsbeneath the weightof our absent selves.
Don't kneel please. Sometimes people put people on pedestals so they can see them more clearly and knock them off more easily
Hate, it has caused a lot of problems in the world, but has not solved one yet.
Love. And again, see I don't mean, I think love is that condition in the human spirit so profund, that it allows us to forgive, and it may be the energy which keeps the stars in the firmament, I'm not...
Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross
There's a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.
Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches.Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver th...
Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.
We, the black people, the most displaced, the poorest, the most maligned and scourged, we had the glorious task of reclaiming the soul and saving the honor of the country. We, the most hated, must tak...
Every person needs to take one day away. A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future. Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our e...
Politicians must set their aims for the high ground and according to our various leanings, Democratic, Republican, Independent, we will follow. Politicians must be told if they continue to sink into t...
Elimination of illiteracy is as serious an issue to our history as the abolition of slavery.
The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.
All great artists draw from the same resource: the human heart, which tells us that we are all more alike than we are unalike.
My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.
My mother's gifts of courage to me were both large and small. The latter are woven so subtly into the fabric of my psyche that I can hardly distinguish where she stops and I begin.
In the flush of love's light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are, and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.
Each one of us has lived through some devastation, some loneliness, some weather superstorm or spiritual superstorm, when we look at each other we must say, I understand. I understand how you feel bec...
To be allowed, no, invited into the private lives of strangers, and to share their joys and fears, was a chance to exchange the Southern bitter wormwood for a cup of mead with Beowulf or a hot cup of...