There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure truth.
Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.
Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.
The need for change bulldozed road down the center of my mind.
Achievement brings its own anticlimax.
There is a very fine line between loving life and being greedy for it.
I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.
I believe that every person is born with talent.
The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.
Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.
Courage is the most important of all the virtues, because without courage you can’t practice any other virtue consistently. You can practice any virtue erratically, but nothing consistently without courage.
There is a difference between being convinced and being stubborn.
We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders.
The fact that the adult American Negro female emerges a formidable character is often met with amazement, distaste and even belligerance. It is seldom accepted as an inevitable outcome of the struggle won by survivors, and deserves respect if not enthusiastic acceptance.
When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young.
If we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how we finally die.
All of childhood’s unanswered questions must finally be passed back to the town and answered there. Heroes and bogey men, values and dislikes, are first encountered and labeled in that early environment. In later years they change faces, places and maybe races, tactics, intensities and goals, but beneath those penetrable masks they wear forever the stocking-capped faces of childhood.
The sadness of the women’s movement is that they don’t allow the necessity of love. See, I don’t personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.
If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude. Don’t complain.
If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.
Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
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