Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.

Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

It has seemed to me that most people are generally good, in every race and in every country where I have been.

Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: You'll hear their feet Beating out and beating out a - You think It's a happy beat? Listen to it closely: Ain't you heard something underneath like a - What did I say? Sure, I'm happy! Take it away! Dream Boogie Hey, pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h!

Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas

We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.