In a thousand unseen ways we have drawn shape and strength from the land.

One hundred years ago, the slave was freed. One hundred years later, the Negro remains in bondage to the color of his skin.

This is a moment that I deeply wish my parents could have lived to share. My father would have enjoyed what you have so generously said of me-and my mother would have believed it.

To hunger for use and to go unused is the worst hunger of all.

John F. Kennedy was the victim of the hate that was a part of our country. It is a disease that occupies the minds of the few but brings danger to the many.

I feel like I just grabbed a big juicy worm with a right sharp hook in the middle of it.

. . . the time has also come to identify and preserve free-flowing stretches of our great rivers before growth and development make the beauty of the unspoiled waterway a memory.