Our Real Illiteracy Is Our Inability To

If We Do Not Honor Our Past, We Lose Our Future. If We Destroy Our Roots, We Cannot Grow.

The Line I Trace With My Feet Walking To The Museum Is More Important And More Beautiful Than The Lines I Find There Hung Up On The Walls.

We Must At Last Put A Stop To Having People Move Into Their Quarters Like Chickens And Rabbits Into Their Coops.

A Person In A Rented Apartment Must Be Able To Lean Out Of His Window And Scrape Off The Masonry Within Arm's Reach. And He Must Be Allowed To Take A Long Brush And Paint Everything Outside Within Arm's Reach. So That It Will Be Visible From Afar To Everyone In The Street That Someone Lives There Who Is Different From The Imprisoned, Enslaved, Standardised Man Who Lives Next Door.

Our Real Illiteracy Is Our Inability To Create