I Had Gone To Europe . .

Prejudice: Sometimes It's Like A Hair Across Your Cheek. You Can't See It, You Can't Find It With Your Fingers, But You Keep Brushing At It Because The Feel Of It Is Irritating.

None Of Us Is Responsible For The Complexion Of His Skin. This Fact Of Nature Offers No Clue To The Character Or Quality Of The Person Underneath.

Prayer Begins Where Human Capacity Ends.

When You Stop Having Dreams And Ideals - Well, You Might As Well Stop Altogether.

I Suppose I Might Insist On Making Issues Of Things. But That Is Not My Nature, And I Always Bear In Mind That My Mission Is To Leave Behind Me The Kind Of Impression That Will Make It Easier For Those Who Follow.