I have a kind of respect - a worshipful attitude, even - for nature and the natural order and the cosmos and the seasons.

So it's been kind of a long road, but it was a good journey altogether.

I've learned that I must find positive outlets for anger or it will destroy me. There is a certain anger: it reaches such intensity that to express it fully would require homicidal rage--self destructive, destroy the world rage--and its flame burns because the world is so unjust. I have to try to find a way to channel that anger to the positive, and the highest positive is forgiveness.

I never had an occasion to question color, therefore, I only saw myself as what I was... a human being.

True 'joy' is the difference between just amusing ourselves to death and creating 'meaningful' pleasure.

We suffer pain, we hang tight to hope, we nurture expectations, we are plagued occasionally by fears, we are haunted by defeats and unrealized hopes . . . The hoplessness of which I speak is not limited.

If I'm remembered for having done a few good things and if my presence here has sparked some good energies, that's plenty.