I suspect that all the agony that goes into writing is borne precisely because the writer longs for acceptance-but it must be acceptance on his own terms.

It takes a deep commitment to change and an even deeper commitment to grow.

Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action.

Education is all a matter of building bridges.

Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.

Power doesn't have to show off. Power is confident, self-assuring, self-starting and self-stopping, self-warming and self-justifying. When you have it, you know it.

America is woven of many strands. I would recognise them and let it so remain. Our fate is to become one, and yet many. This is not prophecy, but description.

When I discover who I am, I'll be free.

I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.

What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?

God is love, I said, but art's the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.

Write when you least feel like it, Because that's when you write best.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

A friend is like a rope, you trust it until it snaps.

If we presume that the boundary of the universe is a kind of surrounding wall, then we think like ancestors who thought there's abyss at the edge of flat earth.

It is dangerous to confuse children with angels.

I've learned that hurting you feels infinitely worse than being hurt myself.

To teach is to show. You can't teach what you don't know. You can't guide where you don't go. And you can't grow what you don't sow.

Belief is a moral act for which the believer is to be held responsible.

Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, Of His Flesh, the mystery sing; Of the Blood, all price exceeding, Shed by our Immortal King, Destined, for the world's redemption, From a noble Womb to spring.