Thomas Cole

None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.

The sky is the soul of all scenery. It makes the earth lovely at sunrise and splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth a crystal-like ether, in the other a liquid gold.

The ills of discrimination are still with us. We have to continue the tenacity and vigilance of the 1960s. Racial understanding is not something we find its something we create.