But Still, Like Air, I'll Rise

If You Find It In Your Heart To Care For Somebody Else, You Will Have Succeeded.

When Younger Writers And Poets, Musicians And Painters Are Weakened By A Stemming Of Funds, They Come To Me Saddened, Not As Full Of Dreams And Excitement And Ideas. I Am Then Weakened And Diminished, And Made Less Rich.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings.

Self-pity In Its Early Stage Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

The Desire To Reach For The Stars Is Ambitious. The Desire To Reach Hearts Is Wise.