I too was frightened the first time I felt I hated my father. I felt like a criminal. But could I help it what was inside of me? I had to feel what I felt even if it killed me.

The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all.

As one of the dumb, voiceless ones I speak. One of the millions of immigrants beating, beating out their hearts at your gates for a breath of understanding.

The world is a wheel always turning.

I tasted the bread and wine of equality.

In America, money takes the place of God.

When I only begin to read, I forget I'm on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts.