What Do We Older Folks Live For

That Little Bird Has Chosen His Shelter. Above It Are The Stars And The Deep Heaven Of Worlds. Yet He Is Rocking Himself To Sleep Without Caring For Tomorrow's Lodging, Calmly Clinging To His Little Twig, And Leaving God To Think For Him.

A Wicked Tyrant Is Better Than A Wicked War.

I Think That We've Got To See That A Riot Is The Language Of The Unheard. And, What Is It That America Has Failed To Hear? It Has Failed To Hear That The Economic Plight Of The Negro Poor Has Worsened Over The Last Few Years.

When One Is Possessed With Doubt, That Though He Call Upon The Lord He Cannot Be Heard, And That God Has Turned Him Heart From Him, And Is Angry ... He Must Arm Himself With God's Word, Promising To Hear Him.

There Are Two Days In My Calendar: This Day And That Day.