Every single progressive education fad of the past thirty years has hurt poor black children.

It is time for blacks to begin the shift from a wartime to a peacetime identity, from fighting for opportunity to the seizing of it.

Opportunity follows struggle. It follows effort. It follows hard work. It doesn't come before.

A black conservative is a black who dissents from the victimization explanation of black fate.

The promised land guarantees nothing. It is only an opportunity, not a deliverance.

My experience in life tells me that the values that are now being labeled 'conservative' are the only way that blacks can get ahead.

Freedom always carries a burden of proof, always throws us back on ourselves.

Liberalism has become a moral vaccine that immunizes people against stigmatization.

My honest opinion is that blacks have to fight much harder for their individuality than whites do.

I would love to see us, as blacks, get to the place where we say, 'I'm not going to play race games with you. Here I am. This is who I am. Take it or leave it.'

If you are a minority, it is important that you have legal ways to defend yourself in the society in which you live.

We don't even know we are one family, one faith!

Revenge never ends until everything and everyone around it is destroyed. A vengeful heart never rests.

Bottom line: If you can't spare some time to give your employees the chance to wow you, you'll never get the best from them.

Travel, which was once either a necessity or an adventure, has become very largely a commodity, and from all sides we are persuaded into thinking that it is a social requirement, too.

Don't panic and lose hope even if there's a mountain in your pathtalk to the One who created the mountains.

Never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie.

We can see the Divine in each speck of dust, but that doesn't stop us from wiping it away with a wet sponge. The Divine doesn't disappear; it's transformed into the clean surface.

I like to get where the cabbage is cooking and catch the scents.

My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.

To die for the sake of dying - I prefer to die of passion than to die of boredom!