Books -where If People Suffered, They Suffered

America Never Was America To Me And Yet I Swear This Oath - America Will Be!

Let America Be America, Where Equality Is In The Air We Breathe.

Through My Grandmother's Stories Always Life Moved, Moved Heroically Toward An End. Nobody Ever Cried In My Grandmother's Stories. They Worked, Or Schemed, Or Fought. But No Crying. When My Grandmother Died, I Didn't Cry, Either. Something About My Grandmother's Stories (without Her Ever Having Said So) Taught Me The Uselessness Of Crying About Anything."

Humor Is When The Joke's On You But Hits The Other Fellow First -- Before It Boomerangs.

Gather Out Of Star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And Splinters Of Hail, One Handful Of Dream-dust, Not For Sale.