Someday, I will be brave enough to say these things to you in person. For now, I remain in happy, quiet contemplation over you and can say tonight that I just might love you. Or could someday.

Good becomes perfect, but perfect is an illusion. And illusions are like all spells—temporary and soon broken. And when that happens, feelings change.

It's easier to hate than to hurt.

Need I say more?''No, because you're wrong, and I'd hate for you to keep embarrassing yourself.

Come dance with me, " he says, taking my hand, and someday I'll explain to him that I already am.

Doubt is not the enemy of justice; overconfidence is.

He seems so.. English sometimes, kind of distant or reserved, but then he'll look at me, and his eyes see right through to my soul.

yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

Liberalism is a force truly of the spirit proceeding from the deep realization that economic freedom cannot be sacrificed if political freedom is to be preserved.

It's mysterious what attracts you to a person.

Love side, hate side, never in between

The thing that has made the so-called Negro in America fail, more than any other thing, is your, my, lack of knowledge concerning history. We know less about history than anything else.

Expensive advertising courts us with hints and images. The ordinary kind merely says, Buy.

Accept the challenges of life and you'll continue to find that winning is the spirit of living . . . it's merely a state of mind.

Whenever society gets too stifling and the rules too complex, there's some sort of musical explosion.