I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go if you really want to go.

How something is seen I suppose depends on whose eyes are looking at it.

O, yes, / I say it plain, / America never was America to me / And yet I swear this oath— / America will be.

Hold fast to dreams, / For if dreams die / Life is a broken-winged bird, / That cannot fly.

A lion in a zoo, / Shut up in a cage, / Lives a life / Of smothered rage.

A community of hands to help- / Thus the dream becomes not one man’s dream alone, / But a community dream.

Think before you speak. Read before you think.

When it is not on the side of civil rights, then the law is not right, it is white.

The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.