You can't really know where you are going until you know where you have been.

I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.

Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross

Let the brain go to work, let it meet the heart and you will be able to forgive.

Home is that youthful region where a child is the only real living inhabitant. Parents, siblings, and neighbors are mysterious apparitions who come, go, and do strange unfathomable thing in and around the child, the region's only enfranchised citizen.

Be the rainbow in someone else's cloud.

In spite of everything that was done to me and my race, in spite of the adversity and the bitter moments, again we rise.