If you are black, the only roads into the mainland of American life are through subservience, cowardice, and loss of manhood. These are the white man's roads.

My responsibility is to truth and beauty.

I am inside someone who hates me. I look out from his eyes.

Hope is delicate suffering.

The landscape should belong to the people who see it all the time.

A rich man told me recently that a liberal is a man who tells other people what to do with their money.

Who has ever stopped to think of the divinity of Lamont Cranston?