It is the artist who tries to gradually accustom people to the possibilities of a better state of things.

Unless we learn to know ourselves, we run the danger of destroying ourselves.

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-have-nots, self and self.