Doctor, I have more education than most white people.

We really need to get over this love affair with the fetus and start worrying about children.

You can't educate a child who isn't healthy, and you can't keep a child healthy who isn't educated.

It is often easier for our children to obtain a gun than it is to find a good school.

Health is more than the absence of disease. Health is about jobs and employment, education, the environment, and all of those things that go into making us healthy.

We've tried ignorance for a thousand years. It's time we try education.

I've heard Eric Clapner, ... I think it was a wonderful thing that Eric Clapner the musician did...So I think that's the wonderful part about it, but listen - I like Eric Clapner!

You can't educate people that are not healthy. But you certainly can't keep them healthy if they're not educated.

I'm against abstinence programs because I really consider "abstinence only" child abuse.

Given a choice between hearing my daughter say "I'm pregnant" or "I used a condom", most mothers would get up in the middle of the night and buy them herself.

If men went through menopause, we'd know everything about it, but we still don't even know if we should be taking hormones.

As for thy thirst after books, away with it with all speed.

People who feel pain, that’s common. Someone who uses pain to create, this is an Artist.

The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.

The bitter and the sweet come from the outside, the hard from within, from one's own efforts.

There was a French activist and writer, Simone de Beauvoir, who said, 'You are not born woman. You become one' ... Words I live by.

The same ones who brought the children physically in the world have the natural obligation binding in the natural law to provide for the mental, moral and social upbringing of their offspring.

I wanted many of the poems to have long legs. At first I was calling them clothespin poems, before I knew what I was doing. The lines seem pulled on either end, tight and taut against the wind.

I'm not so interested in how they move as in what moves them.

Nothing is uglier than the sinner, nothing so leprous or fetid; the scar of his crimes is still raw, and he stinks like the cave of Hell.

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.