Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas onto life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas.

Let me be candid, my party is full of racists

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

All artists are constantly looking for something and they don't always know what.

This is my genre...the happiness, tragedies, and the sorrows of mankind as realized in the teeming black ghetto.

And it is not necessary to have great things to do. I turn my little omelette in the pan for the love of God.

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

I would describe my work as expressionist. The expressionist point of view is stressing your own feelings about something.

To worship God in truth is to recognize Him for being who He is, and to recognize ourselves for what we are.

If I don't have anything to do all day, I might not even put my pants on.

We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.

The sky is a blue so clean it verges on joy.

[The Bible] warns us about “the little foxes, that spoil the vines” [Song of Solomon 2:15 KJV]. This is a picture of the way “little” sinscan destroy our fruitfulness for the Lord.

For god sake, don't put limits on your life. Do what you want, work on what you want and don't listen to people - which haven't succeeded what you want to succeed.

An example would be handy right about now

The darkest night is ignorance.

If you really think back to the culture or just black America before rap music took off, New York could have been Paris.

Don't believe the hype that black North Carolinians are not voting. We've heard this time and time again. It's just not the truth.

There's more chance of me flying Concorde to the moon blindfolded than there is of you taking Wales to the World Cup.

The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.

If the imagination is shackled, and nothing is described but what we see, seldom will anything truly great be produced either in Painting or Poetry