Goodness Begins Simply With The Fact Of

Books Are Meat And Medicine And Flame And Flight And Flower Steel, Stitch, Cloud And Clout, And Drumbeats On The Air.

As You Get Older, You Find That Often The Wheat, Disentangling Itself From The Chaff, Comes Out To Meet You.

My Last Defense / Is The Present Tense.

I Don't Like The Idea Of The Black Race Being Diluted Out Of Existence. I Like The Idea Of All Of Us Being Here.

What Shall I Give My Children? Who Are Poor, / Who Are Adjudged The Leastwise Of The Land...