In So Many Ways, Segregation Shaped Me,

If You Have, Give. If You Learn, Teach.

If We Lose Love And Self Respect For Each Other, This Is How We Finally Die.

It Is Sad But True That Sometimes We Need The Tragedy To Help Us To See How Human We Are And How We Are More Alike Than We Are Different.

Poetry Puts Starch In Your Backbone So You Can Stand, So You Can Compose Your Life.

Some Think, "if I Marry This Guy Who's Two Inches Taller Than I Am And Who Has A Nice Bank Account, I Won't Die. If I Buy Six Cars, I Won't Die. If I Hate Jews, I Won't Die. If I Hate Homosexuals, I Won't Die." They Think They Will Increase Their Life By Shunting Misery Onto Somebody Else, But It's Just The Opposite.