Real separation, to me, is the death of love. Any other - parting - well, it just isn't real.

Perhaps for the purposes of war racial differences had been buried, but certainly in no deep grave.

Real separation, to me, is the death of love. Any other - parting - well, it just isn't real.

Prejudice is a seeping, dark stain, I think, more difficult to fight than hatred-which is powerful and violent and somehow more honest.

I would not preach tolerance, which seems to me another name for condescension and presupposes faults in those to be tolerated ... Nor do I believe in demanding love - that should be the gift of a free will. But simply to be kind - that is not too much to ask of any of us.

At first trouble is a new experience - gradually you learn that - that it isn't fatal.

if some folks have buried their racial prejudices, the chances are that they've got the graves marked and will have no trouble disinterring their pet hates.