Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.

I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision.

A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.

The impact of television on our culture is just indescribable.

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.