My greatest blessing has been the birth of my son. My next greatest blessing has been my ability to turn people into children of mine.

The future is plump with promise.

A story went the rounds about a San Franciscan white matron who refused to sit beside a Negro civilian on the streetcar, even after he made room for her on the seat. Her explanation was that she would not sit beside a draft dodger who was a Negro as well. She added that the least he could do was fight for his country the way her son was fighting on Iwo Jima. The story said that the man pulled his body away from the window to show an armless sleeve. He said quietly and with great dignity, "Then ask your son to look around for my arm, which I left over there.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

I do hope that young men and women will start to think for themselves and start to take responsibility for their own thoughts.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

We are not just flesh and blood. And our hungers are not going to be set aside as just flesh and blood.