Young Man, Young Man, Your Arm's Too

I Found Cause To Wonder Upon What Ground The English Accuse Americans Of Corrupting The Language By Introducing Slang Words. I Think I Heard More And More Different Kinds Of Slang During My Few Weeks' Stay In London Than In My Whole "tenderloin" Life In New York. But I Suppose The English Feel That The Language Is Theirs, And That They May Do With It As They Please Without At The Same Time Allowing That Privilege To Others.

...evil Is A Force And, Like The Physical And Chemical Forces, We Cannot Annihilate It; We May Only Change Its Form. We Light Upon One Evil And Hit It With All The Might Of Our Civilization, But Only Succeed In Scattering It Into A Dozen Of Other Forms

And God Stepped Out On Space, And He Looked Around And Said: I'm Lonely - I'll Make Me A World.

Labor Is The Fabled Magician's Wand, The Philosophers Stone, And The Cap Of Good Fortune.

You Are Young, Gifted, And Black. We Must Begin To Tell Our Young, There's A World Waiting For You, Yours Is The Quest That's Just Begun.