He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love. He pulled her close and kissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he'd been lucky enough to find her.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.

In the end you should always do the right thing even if it's hard.

We are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.

The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart.

Emotions come and go and can't be controlled so there's no reason to worry about them. That in the end, people should be judged by their actions since in the end it was actions that defined everyone.

Strange, what being forced to slow down could do to a person.

It hadn't been so long ago, yet sometimes she felt that she'd been an altogether different person back then.

People didn't change. they liked what they liked even if they didn't understand why.

Change not only was inevitable, but usually brought its own rewards.

Sometimes success is due less to ability than zeal. The winner is he who gives himself to his work body and soul.

This world's a bubble.

It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure.

It always seemed to me that white people were judged as individuals. But if a Negro did something stupid or wrong, it was held against all of us.

He who runs away from a fearful calamity, a foreign invasion, a terrible famine, and the companionship of wicked men is safe.

money that is in billions and monopolies isn't money at all, because the people have none, and money is democratic, everyone has to have some or there's none at all.

A poem doesn’t come out and tell you what it has to say. It circles back on itself, eating its own tail and making you guess what it means.

I guess I am famous in a way. I would rather consider it recognizable - I think that is more logical. I don't feel famous.

A lot of my travel is at least partly work, visiting schools and libraries, especially in France.

I believe that there are human stocks with whom it is physically unwise to intermarry, but to think that these stocks are all colored or that there are no such white stocks is unscientific and false.