The main thing in one's own private world is to try to laugh as much as you cry.

Everybody in the world wants the same thing...to be needed...a job that he/she can do well...to love somebody...Everybody...There's no mystery.

The needs of a society determine its ethics, and in the Black American ghettos the hero is that man who is offered only the crumbs from his country's table but by ingenuity and courage is able to take for himself a Lucullan feast. Hence the janitor who lives in one room but sports a robin's-egg-blue Cadillac is not laughed at but admired, and the domestic who buys forty-dollar shoes is not criticized but is appreciated. We know that they have put to use their full mental and physical powers. Each single gain feeds into the gains of the body collective.

Christians already? It seems to me that it takes a lifetime of work.

All God's children need traveling shoes.

Living well is an art that can be developed.

It's true. I can do anything and do it well because God loves me. It still humbles me.