How I have walked... day after day, and all alone, to see if there was not something among the old things which was new!

The ills of discrimination are still with us. We have to continue the tenacity and vigilance of the 1960s. Racial understanding is not something we find; it's something we create.

None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life.

Overall, rocks, wood and water, brooded the spirit of repose, and the silent energy of nature stirred the soul to its innermost depths.

It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in the other the liquid gold.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.

Nothing is invented and brought to perfection all at once.