I Regret All Of My Books.

The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From The Mash You Got.

Now, Suppose A Negro Does Something Really Magnificent, And I Glory, Not In The Benefit To Mankind, But In The Fact That The Doer Was A Negro. Must I Not Also Go Hang My Head In Shame When A Member Of My Race Does Something Execrable? . . . The White Race Did Not Go Into A Laboratory And Invent Incandescent Light. That Was Edison. . . . If You Are Under The Impression That Every White Man Is An Edison, Just Look Around A Bit.

Mama Exhorted Her Children At Every Opportunity To 'jump At The Sun.' We Might Not Land On The Sun, But At Least We Would Get Off The Ground.

To A Haughty Belly, Kindness Is Hard To Swallow And Harder To Digest.

It Is Easy To Be Hopeful In The Day When You Can See The Things You Wish On.