You Unlock The Door With The Key

If You Write, Fix Pipes, Grade Papers, Lay Bricks Or Drive A Taxi - Do It With A Sense Of Pride. And Do It The Best You Know How. Be Cognizant And Sympathetic To The Guy Alongside, Because He Wants A Place In The Sun, Too. And Always...always Look Past His Color, His Creed, His Religion And The Shape Of His Ears. Look For The Whole Person. Judge Him As The Whole Person.

I Was Deeply Interested In Conveying What Is A Deeply Felt Conviction Of My Own. This Is Simply To Suggest That Human Beings Must Involve Themselves In The Anguish Of Other Human Beings. This, I Submit To You, Is Not A Political Thesis At All. It Is Simply An Expression Of What I Would Hope Might Be Ultimately A Simple Humanity For Humanity's Sake.

I Think I Would Like To Be In Victorian Times. Small Town. Bandstands. Summer. That Kind Of Thing. Without Disease.

I Think Willa Cather Did A Short Story Called "paul's Case," And In It, When He Finally Commits Suicide, It Says, "he Surrendered To The Black Design Of Things." And That's What I Anticipate Death Will Be: A Totally Unconscious Void In Which You Float Through Eternity With No Particular Consciousness Of Anything. I Think Once Around Is Enough. I Don't Want To Start It All Over Again.

Any State, Any Entity, Any Ideology That Fails To Recognize The Worth, The Dignity, The Rights Of Man, That State Is Obsolete.