I Am Her Friend, And Her Tongue

Magic Is Older Than Writing. So Nobody Knows How It Started.

I Do Not Share The Gloomy Thought That Negroes In America Are Doomed To Be Stomped Out Bodaciously, Nor Even Shackled To The Bottom Of Things. Of Course Some Of Them Will Be Tromped Out, And Some Will Always Be At The Bottom, Keeping Company With Other Bottom-folks.

Mama Exhorted Her Children At Every Opportunity To 'jump At The Sun.' We Might Not Land On The Sun, But At Least We Would Get Off The Ground.

Bitterness Is The Coward's Revenge On The World For Having Been Hurt.

She Had An Inside And An Outside Now And Suddenly She Knew How Not To Mix Them.