Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

Americans of good-will, the nice decent church people, the well-meaning liberals, the good hearted souls who themselves wouldn't lynch anyone, must begin to realize that they have to be more than passively good-hearted, more than church goingly Christian, and much more than word-of-mouth in the liberalism.

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

One of the great difficulties about being a member of a minority race is that so many kindhearted, well-meaning bores gather around to help.

I know how to handle women who act like ladies, but my landlady ain't no lady. Sometimes I even wish I was living with my wife again so I could have my own place and not have no landladies.