We need help from above if we are to make progress in our journeys.

I have learned that the point of life's walk is not where or how far I move my feet but how I am moved in my heart.

There is a power in nature that man has ignored. And the result has been heartache and pain.

Whether we walk among our people or alone among the hills, happiness in life's walking depends on how we feel about others in our hearts.

We travel only as far and as high as our hearts will take us.

The success of my journey depended on whether my heart walked forward—toward my people—instead of backward, away from them.

The most beautiful thing in the world is a heart that is changing.

Man's obsession with his own wants is taking him further from those without whom happiness cannot be found. It is taking him from his people.

Don't believe the dark whisperings that invite you to walk backward. At any time in your life, you have the power to turn forward.

Would it surprise you to hear that man's unhappiness is due in large measure to the way he is seeking after happiness?

At the end of our lives, when our bodies are about to be laid in Mother Earth, we will know for ourselves whether we are a Two-Legged being full of light or a Two-Legged being full of darkness.

To break yourself loose from the dominion, ruler-ship and manipulation of the devil, you have to embrace light (knowledge).

Art can only be truly art by presenting an adequate outward symbol of some fact in the interior life.

It is by avoiding future sin that we retain a remission of the sins of the past.

To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself, will always be the text of the life of woman.

One of the things I could never get accustomed to in my youth was the difference I found between life and literature.

Turn soft and lovely anytime you have the chance.

I do not have a 24-year-old girlfriend. I have another life altogether.

We live in an era where it ain't about dope rhymes. When beef is online, and how big is your co-sign.

Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.

What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you?