I had to find a way to speak without ever saying the 'you' plural.
Service is the rent that you pay for room on this earth.
You don't make progress by standing on the sidelines, whimpering and complaining. You make progress by implementing ideas.
When I die, I want to be remembered as a woman who lived in the twentieth century and who dared to be a catalyst of change. I don't want to be remembered as the first black woman who went to Congress. And I don't even want to be remembered as the first woman who happened to be black to make a bid for the Presidency I want to be remembered as a woman who fought for change in the twentieth century. That's what I want.
Don't list to those who say YOU CAN'T. Listen to the voice inside yourself that says, I CAN.
Defeat should not be the source of discouragement, but a stimulus to keep plotting.
In the end anti-black, anti-female, and all forms of discrimination are equivalent to the same thing: anti-humanism.
One Body, Many Blogs is a nifty look at the mission to cyberspace that Christians, obedient to the Spirit, have undertaken! Read it and be inspired!
I want to start where language ends.
The relentless note of incipient hysteria, the invitation to panic, the ungrounded scenarios - the overwhelming and underlying desire for something truly terrible to happen so that you could have something really hot to talk about - was still startling. We call disasters unimaginable, but all we do is imagine such things. That, you could conclude mordantly, is the real soundtrack of our time: the amplification of the self-evident toward the creation of paralyzing, preëmptive paranoia.
I'm on my way to happiness, where I can find some peace and rest.