Nothing else in the world... not all the armies... is so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where...
To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a...
How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?
