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.

Mine was an easy ride compared to Jackie Robinson's.

You don't have to become something you're not to be better than you were.

I do know that I'm responsible not for what happens, but for what I make of it.

I find myself, at this time in my life, no less challenged, no less plagued, no less intrigued by what I still don't know.

I know how easy it is for one to stay well within moral, ethical, and legal bounds through the skillful use of words - and to thereby spin, sidestep, circumvent, or bend a truth completely out of shape. To that extent, we are all liars on numerous occasions.

We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists... in the loved one, perfection.