“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”

“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”

“The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.”

“Every characteristic absence of spirituality, every piece of common vulgarity, is due to an inability to resist a stimulus - you have to react, you follow every impulse.”

“The eternal child. - We think that play and fairy tales belong to childhood:how shortsighted that is! As though we would want at any time of life tolive without play and fairy tales! We give these ...”

“One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.”

“As we examine the stars, they often feel too far out of reach, yet we arent able to deny the sense of being touched by them in an intimate way beyond description. Do you feel as I do? That as you s...”

“Listen to this, Nimit. Follow Coleman Hawkins' improvised lines very carefully. He is using them to tell us something. Pay very close attention. He is telling us the story of the free spirit that i...”

“I cannot afford to lose you, too""You cannot lose something you do not own. Take me with you”

“That, as my cousin Nord would say, is where my improvised lie falls apart.”

“Style has a profound meaning to Black Americans. If we cant drive, we will invent walks and the world will envy the dexterity of our feet. If we cant have ham, we will boil chitterlings; if we are ...”

“That, as my cousin Nord would say, is where my improvised lie falls apart.”

“Work should be personal. For all of us. Not just for the artist and entrepreneur. Work should have meaning for the accountant, the construction worker, the technologist, the manager and the clerk.”

“I used to think of work as a bad word. Back in the corporate world, work was something that prevented me from living, something that kept me from feeling satisfied or fulfilled or passionate. Even ...”

“It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embr...”