I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.

Love heals. Heals and liberates. I use the word love, not meaning sentimentality, but a condition so strong that it may be that which holds the stars in their heavenly positions and that which causes the blood to flow orderly in our veins.

We do the best we can with what we know, and when we know better, we do better.

One must learn to care for oneself first, so that one can then dare to care for someone else.

The hope, the hope that lives in the breast of the black American, is just so tremendous that it overwhelms me sometimes.

If you have a person enslaved, the first thing you must do is to convince yourself that the person is subhuman. And won't mind the enslavement. The second thing you must do is convince your allies that the person is subhuman so that you have some support. But the third and the unkindest cut of all is to convince that person that he, she, is not quite a first class citizen.

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