Of all the needs (there are none imaginary) a lonely child has, the one that must be satisfied, if there is going to be hope and a hope of wholeness, is the unshaking need for an unshakable God. My pretty Black brother was my Kingdom Come.
Maya AngelouListen carefully to what country people call mother wit. In those homely sayings are couched the collective wisdom of generations.
Maya AngelouA rose by any other name may smell as sweet, but a woman called by a devaluing name will only be weakened by the misnomer.
Maya Angelou