When allowed to return to the class, your feelings of humility and lonesomeness will render you a much finer student and person.

I do think that all of us think in poems.

... the real heroes of race and culture would always be the people who stepped out of their own line to make a larger circle.

only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

Today you will say things you can predict and other things you could never imagine this minute. Don't reject them, let them come through when they're ready, don't think you can plan it al out. This day will never, no matter how long you live, happen again. It is exquisitely singular. It will never again be exactly repeated.

We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.

The person you have known a long tme is embedded in you like a jewel. The person you have just met casts out a few glistening beams & you are fascinated to see more of them. How many more are there? With someone you've barely met the curiosity is intoxicating.