What A Strange Life I Lead- A

Happiness Is Like The Mountain Summit. It Is Sometimes Hidden By Clouds, But We Know It Is There.

When We Do The Best That We Can, We Never Know What Miracle Is Wrought In Our Life, Or In The Life Of Another.

Poetry Is The Gate Through Which I Enter The Land Of Enchantment. Once Inside The Flaming Wall, My Limitations Fall From Me, And My Spirit Is Free.

The Continued Lynchings And Other Crimes Against Negroes, Whether In New England Or The South, And Unspeakable Political Exponents Of White Supremacy, According To All Recorded History, Augur Ill For America's Future.

I Grow More And More Suspicious Of The Political Powers That Take Men Away From Their Work And Set Them Shooting One Another.