I am an isolationist.

I've never been able to feel that there is anything undignified about making your living by the sweat of your brow.

I wondered what I would do if I didn't have my God to turn to and be able to read the Book He had divinely inspired.

The big compliment came from the beer drinkers who didn't know me. They wouldn't drink or move when I sang. If they had their glasses in mid-air, the glasses wouldn't come down.

Somehow, the things my mother wanted to do, the release in evangelism she sought with such frenzy, were transferred to me.

There's no hypocrisy in Hell's Kitchen.

Among Negroes it is a bad omen when someone knocks on the door of a house where a person has died.