I'll be the invisible girl, Everyone passing through me, No one touching.

I was the first Chicano to write in complete sentences.

Because nothing should be wasted In a world where sparrows work hard To prove there is enough.

It appears these days I don't have much of a life because my nose is often stuck in a book. But I discovered that reading builds a life inside the mind.

going back and forth, back and forth, getting nowhere

I drank that sentence and began to glow.

You can always spot bright people. They are reading a book.

Dirt rolls from his palm, Blades of grass Tumble from his hair.

Live a life of purpose. Be a voice to be reckoned with. Do not be lost in the midst of the crowd. Contribute your own quota to the transformation going on where God planted you.

I've had to fight for roles and I've lost a hundred roles, but 'Smoking' and 'Smith' were phone calls. That's the dream.

This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through.

The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before, no more, no less.

I think I work hard. I think I dedicate myself to the game and sacrifice a lot of things at a young age, and I know if I continue to do good, what I can get out of it.

As morality seems to have supplanted civilization, I move on to the spiritual.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

I never let myself get psyched out. My motto is, ‘Stay calm and carry on.’

Think of the egotism of a man who believes that an infinite being wants his praise!

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.