Somedays, if bitterness were a whetstone, I could be sharp as grief.

Tomorrow belongs to those of us who conceive of it as belonging to everyone; who lend the best of ourselves to it, and with joy.

In our work and in our living, we must recognize that difference is a reason for celebration and growth, rather than a reason for destruction.

It is learning how to stand alone, unpopular and sometimes reviled, and how to make common cause with those other identified as outside the structures, in order to define and seek a world in which we can all flourish. It is learning how to take our differences and make the strengths. For the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house.

Art is not living. It is the use of living.

I have no creative use for guilt, yours or my own. Guilt is only another way of avoiding informed action, of buying time out of the pressing need to make clear choices, out of the approaching storm that can feed the earth as well as bend the trees.

I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.