When I heard the words, I felt as if the blood had been frozen in my veins, and that my lungs must collapse for the want of air. Mr. Lincoln shot!

None of us are perfect, for which reason we should heed the voice of charity when it whispers in our ears, "Do not magnify the imperfections of others.

Friends are a recompense for all the woes of the darkest pages of life.

Notwithstanding all the wrongs that slavery heaped upon me, I can bless it for one thing-youth's important lesson of self-reliance.

I was born a slave-was the child of slave parents-therefore I came upon the earth free in God-like thought, but fettered in action.

Nobody has a right to whip me but my own master, and nobody shall do so if I can prevent it

She blushed and I smiled when we saw the Magpie look at us while we kissed below the Acacia tree!

I want to be like a Supernova

I very much admire Sheryl Sandberg for what she has done. I really do. But Sandberg's narrative also implies: "Well, it's your fault if you couldn't make it." There is a certain injustice in that.

The most urgent domestic challenge facing the United States at the close of the 20th century is the re-creation of fatherhood as a social role for men.

There really isn't any limit to the number of people who want a piece of you, and it's all important stuff.

In Angels in America, I got to fulfill a lifelong dream. I was in the air eight nights a week for two years, and I just loved it.

Every extreme attitude is a fight from the self.

We all fall to the floor at some point. It's how you pick yourself up that's the real challenge. Isn't it?

Is it freedom to be a slave to the senses, to anger, to jealousies and a hundred other petty things that must occur every day in human life?

If you don't have an end game of something delightful, you're just moving chess pieces around.