James A. Baldwin
James A. Baldwin
James A. "Jim" Baldwinwas an American football player, track athlete, coach of football, basketball, and baseball, and college athletics administrator. He served as the head football coach at Rhode Island State College—now the University of Rhode Island, the University of Maine, Trinity College in Durham, North Carolina—now Duke University, Lehigh University, and Wake Forest University, compiling a career college football record of 41–32–14. Baldwin was also the head basketball coach at the same five schools, amassing a career college basketball...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth2 August 1924
CountryUnited States of America
Fonny and I just sat there... while the voices of the congregation rose and rose around us, without mercy... Teddy had the tambourine, and gave the cue to the piano player-I never got to know him: a long dark, evil-looking brother, with hands made for strangling; and with these hands he attacked the keyboard like he was beating the brains out of someone he remembered. No doubt the congregation had their memories, too, and they went to pieces. The church began to rock.
After departure, only invisible things are left, perhaps the life of the world is held together by invisible chains of memory and loss and love. So many things, so many people, depart! And we can only repossess them in our minds.
Not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour--and in the oddest places!--for the lack of it.
The world is before you, and you need not take it or leave it as it was when you came in
Those who say it can't be done are usually interrupted by others doing it.
To defend one's self against fear is simply to ensure that one will, one day, be conquered by it; fears must be faced.
Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck -- but, most of all, endurance.
Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck -- but, most of all, endurance.
Anyone who has struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor.
The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break forth from one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out
No one is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart: for his purity, by definition, is unassailable.
I love America more than any other country in the world and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.
The price one pays for pursuing any profession, or calling, is an immediate knowledge of its ugly side.
It is very nearly impossible to become an educated person in a country so distrustful of the independent mind