“In tough economic times, desperate people do desperate things, and the abortion rate goes up.”

Abortion is black genocide, What happens to the mind of a person and the moral fabric of a nation that accepts the aborting of the life of a baby without a pang of conscience?

It’s not enough to be quiet. Quietness is the absence of noise. We need peace, the presence of justice and to be – and so people here can coexist and live together.

Hold your head high, stick your chest out. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive.

Giuliani has certainly set a climate for permissiveness of violence and mean police behavior.

We must all learn a good lesson – how to live together. That is the new challenge of the new world, learning to co-exist and not co-annihilate.

These students are courageous and this is an experience they will never forget, They held on to hope and had the strength and determination to survive.

No one wants to see self-destructive riots because there’s no future in riots.

Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.

If you wear a hoodie but aren’t registered to vote, you got the symbolism but missed the substance.

The burden of being black is that you have to be superior just to be equal. But the glory of it is that, once you achieve, you have achieved, indeed.

Your children need your presence more than your presents.

If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it, I know I can achieve it.

Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.

From seeds of his body blossomed the flower that liberated a people and touched the soul of a nation.

I want the conflict to be resolved so Libya can continue on its path to world leadership.

If you run, you might lose. If you don’t run, you’re guaranteed to lose.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

Do not feel sorry for me if I am gone.

Those who are prepared to die for any cause are seldom defeated.

I don’t want to take anything to the grave. I want to die used up and emptied out. I don’t want to carry around anything I don’t have to. I want to travel light.

Often, we need to ignore the words people say and attend to their underlying, urgent, life or death questions: Am I valuable? Am I loved? The great thing is that the answer is easy: Yes! The answer is always yes. We don’t have to think too hard.

In the future, there will be fewer but better Russians.

I know that after my death a pile of rubbish will be heaped on my grave, but the wind of History will sooner or later sweep it away without mercy.

Love dies because its birth was an error.