A Dead Tree, Falling, Made Less Havoc

It's Very Important To Be Just To Other People. It Takes Years And Years Of Living To Learn That Injustice Against Oneself Is Always Unimportant.

Lives Are Only One With Living. How Dare We, In Our Egos, Claim Catastrophe In The Rise And Fall Of The Individual Entity? There Is Only Life, And We Are Beads Strung On Its Strong And Endless Thread.

I Can Only Tell You That When Long Soul-searching And A Combination Of Circumstances Delivered Me Of My Last Prejudices, There Was An Exalted Sense Of Liberation. It Was Not The Negro Who Became Free, But I.

Life Is Strong Stuff, Some Of Us Can Bear More Of It Than Others.

Living Was No Longer The Grief Behind Him, But The Anxiety Ahead.