When I was growing up we used to play basketball in a park that was never shoveled when it snowed. The basketball rims were never fixed. And we understood then that there was a relationship between public policy and our quality of life.
Of life's two chief prizes beauty and truth I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry the philosophy which does...
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep too grave to...
Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly but we...
Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman...
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...
