There Is Happiness In The Love Of

We May Not Know Whether Our Understanding Is Correct, Or Whether Our Sentiments Are Noble, But The Air Of The Day Surrounds Us Like Spring Which Spreads Over The Land Without Our Aid Or Notice.

Self-respect Is The Fruit Of Discipline; The Sense Of Dignity Grows With The Ability To Say No To Oneself.

The Man Who Has Not Suffered - What Does He Know Anyway?

Every Little Deed Counts.

For Many Of Us The March From Selma To Montgomery Was About Protest And Prayer. Legs Are Not Lips And Walking Is Not Kneeling. And Yet Our Legs Uttered Songs. Even Without Words, Our March Was Worship. I Felt My Legs Were Praying.