They [the police] learned something from them Harlem riots. They used to beat your head right in public, but now they only beat it after they get you down to the station house.

7 x 7 + love = An amount Infinitely above: 7 x 7 - love.

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

Reach Up Your Hand... and take a star.

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? • • • • You think It's a happy beat?

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair