...passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.

I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.

The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

It didn't come from the Government down. There was no dictum, no declaration, no censorship, to start with, no! Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God.

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.

Digression is the soul of wit. Take the philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones.

Success without a successor is a failure

Shall I be'her'?

Great men are they who see that the spiritual is stronger than any material force that thoughts rule the world.

For 30 years, which I never talked about in Hollywood, I actually worked with doctors lecturing and doing some medical intuitive counseling both in a medical setting and for the community at large.

A Negro has handicaps enough without having to pay taxes to support the education of white students to learn how to suppress him.

Nigeria is what it is because its leaders are not what they should be.

There is civil disobedience against the military machine, protest against police brutality directed especially at people of color.

No one has ever drowned in sweat.

People are watching the way we act, more than they are listening to what we say.

One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.