In America, money takes the place of God.

Those who were high go down low, and those who've been low go up higher.

If I had never met him I would have dreamed him into being.

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

Without comprehension, the immigrant would forever remain shut - a stranger in America. Until America can release the heart as well as train the hand of the immigrant, he would forever remain driven back upon himself, corroded by the very richness of the unused gifts within his soul.

I'm one of the millions of immigrant children, children of loneliness, wandering between worlds that are at once too old and too new to live in.

This fire in me, it's not just the hunger of a woman for a man - it's the hunger of all my people back of me, from all ages, for light, for the life higher!