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To look for a continuation of harmony between a number of independent, unconnected sovereignties in the same neighborhood, would be to disregard the uniform course of human events, and to set at defiance the accumulated experience of ages.

In politics, as in religion, it is equally absurd to aim at making proselytes by fire and sword. Heresies in either can rarely be cured by persecution.

But please remember, especially in these times of group-think and the right-on chorus, that no person is your friend (or kin) who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow and be perceived as fully blossomed as you were intended.

Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to get attention we do, except walk?

They calls me yellow like yellow be my name. They calls me yellow like yellow be my name. But if yellow is a name Why aint black the same. Well, if I say Hey black girl Lord, she try to ruin my game.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.

Yet saw he something in the lives

Of those who'd ceased to live

That rounded them with majesty

Which living failed to give.

For incensed love breathes quick and dies,

When famished love a-lingering lies.

You may prate of your prowess in lusty times,

But as years gnaw inward you blink your bays,

And see too well your crimes!

For winning love we win the risk of losing,

And losing love is as one's life were riven.

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.

We know a roofleaf is not Jesus Christ, but in its own humble way, is it not God?