There is no envy$$$ jealousy$$$ or hatred between the different colors of the rainbow. And no fear either. Because each one exists to make the others love more beautiful.
Freedom rings bells to wake us from the comfort of beautiful dreams and empower the efforts that turn them into reality.
This is what our love is$$$ a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images$$$ thoughts$$$ smells$$$ and sounds.
Your pain is a school unto itself and your joy a lovely temple.
Before the thunderous clamor of political debate or war set loose in the world$$$ love insisted on its promise for the possibility of human unity: between men and women$$$ between blacks and whites$$$ northerners and southerners$$$ haves and have-nots$$$ self and self.
An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety. Women and Men$$$ Christians and Jews$$$ Muslims and Buddhists$$$ white$$$ black$$$ red$$$ brown. An outrageous instinct to love and be loved executed your brain every hour on the hour.
Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.
The best thing about graduating from the university was that I finally had time to sit on a log and read a good book.
When a man must be afraid to drink freely from his country's river and streams that country is no longer fit to live in.
Readers$$$ not critics$$$ are the people who determine a book's eventual fate.