Keep Your Hand On The Plow. Hold

Let America Be America Again. Let It Be The Dream It Used To Be.

O, Let My Land Be A Land Where Liberty Is Crowned With No False Patriotic Wreath, But Opportunity Is Real, And Life Is Free, Equality Is In The Air We Breathe.

Humor Is Laughing At What You Haven't Got When You Ought To Have It ... What You Wish In Your Secret Heart Were Not Funny, But It Is, And You Must Laugh. Humor Is Your Own Unconscious Therapy. Like A Welcome Summer Rain, Humor May Suddenly Cleanse And Cool The Earth, The Air, And You.

As Long As What Is Is-and Georgia Is Georgia-i Will Take Harlem For Mine. At Least, If Trouble Comes, I Will Have My Own Window To Shoot From.

Well, Son, I'll Tell You: Life For Me Ain't Been No Crystal Stair. It's Had Tacks In It, And Splinters, And Boards Torn Up, And Places With No Carpet On The Floor -- Bare. But All The Time I'se Been A-climbin' On, And Reachin' Landin's, And Turnin' Corners, And Sometimes Goin' In The Dark Where There Ain't Been No Light. So Boy, Don't You Turn Back. Don't You Set Down On The Steps 'cause You Finds It's Kinder Hard. Don't You Fall Now -- For I'se Still Goin', Honey, I'se Still Climbin', And Life For Me Ain't Been No Crystal Stair.