There are people in the world for whom "coming along" is a perpetual process, people who are destined never to arrive.

One day, to everyone’s astonishment, someone drops a match in the powder keg and everything blows up.

We cannot discuss the state of our minorities until we first have a sense of what we are, who we are, what our goals are, and what we take life to be.

My friend was about to introduce me when she looked at me and smiled and said, "Whose little boy are you?"

Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated, and this was an immutable law.

Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.

You think your pains and heartbreaks are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. [and then you discover that others have suffered much more than you and your problems look good in comparison]