The passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 represented precisely such a hope - that America had learned from its past and acted to secure a better tomorrow.

A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.

When we vote we participate in the construction of a context.

Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love's liquid sigh.