Never fear quarrels$$$ but seek hazardous adventures.

That the present social separation and acute race-sensitiveness must eventually yield to the influences of culture$$$ as the South grows civilized$$$ is clear.

Only in the chamber of death writhed the world's most piteous thing--a childless mother.

Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving oneself.

You aren't your past$$$ you are probability of your future.

We have come to a generation which seeks advance without ideals - discovery without stars.

Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.

Eastward and westward storms are breaking$$$--great$$$ ugly whirlwinds of hatred and blood and cruelty. I will not believe them inevitable.

But art is not simply works of art; it is the spirit that knows Beauty$$$ that has music in its being and the color of sunsets in its headkerchiefs; that can dance on a flaming world and make the world dance$$$ too.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.