The problem of the twentieth century is the problem of the color-line--the relation of the darker to the lighter races of men in A...sia and Africa, in America and the islands of the sea. It was a phase of this problem that caused the Civil War.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The middle years of parenthood are characterized by ambiguity. Our kids are no longer helpless, but neither are they independent. ...We are still active parents but we have more time now to concentrate on our personal needs. Our children's world has expanded. It is not enclosed within a kind of magic dotted line drawn by us. Although we are still the most important adults in their lives, we are no longer the only significant adults.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is line? It is life. A line must live at each point along its course in such a way that the artist's presence makes itself fe...lt above that of the model.... With the writer, line takes precedence over form and content. It runs through the words he assembles. It strikes a continuous note unperceived by ear or eye. It is, in a way, the soul's style, and if the line ceases to have a life of its own, if it only describes an arabesque, the soul is missing and the writing dies.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As I have known them passionate and fine, The gold for which they leave the golden line... Of lyric is a golden light divine, Never the gold of darkness from a mine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have to change how people view themselves in the world. I have to get people to believe they can in fact make a difference.... W...e view ourselves ... as people trained to develop people. Issues are only tools. Think about the guy who works in a factory. He's on the assembly line. He's a nobody. He doesn't do the kind of work that's ever gonna get him recognition. Take that same person and he's a key leader in the parish or in a union. Suddenly that same man, who from Monday to Friday stands on the assembly line at General Motors and is a nobody, is somebody over here. People look to him. He makes a difference and he knows it. He counts.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The thundering line of battle stands, And in the air Death moans and sings:... But Day shall clasp him with strong hands, And Night shall fold him in soft wings.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »