It's An Hour During The Week Where

I Am Really Quite Proud Of Most Of The People I " Know Who Have "made It," Who Do Things To Help People.

I Certainly Wasn't Seeking Any Degree, The Way A College Confers A Status Symbol Upon Its Students. My Homemade Education Gave Me, With Every Additional Book That I Read, A Little Bit More Sensitivity To The Deafness, Dumbness And Blindness That Was Afflicting The Black Race In America. Not Long Ago, An English Writer Telephoned Me, Asking Questions. One Was, "what's Your Alma Mater?" I Told Him, "books.

Is This How You Repay My Goodness--with Badness?” Cried The Boy. “of Course,” Said The Crocodile Out Of The Corner Of His Mouth. “that Is The Way Of The World.

History Is Written By Winners.

Every Death Is Like The Burning Of A Library.