Janie Looked Down On Him And Felt

I Do Not Pray. . . . I Do Not Expect God To Single Me Out And Grant Me Advantages Over My Fellow Men. . . . Prayer Seems To Me A Cry Of Weakness, And An Attempt To Avoid, By Trickery, The Rules Of The Game As Laid Down. I Do Not Choose To Admit Weakness. I Accept The Challenge Of Responsibility.

Grown People Know That They Do Not Always Know The Way Of Things, And Even If They Think They Know, They Do Not Know Where And How They Got The Proof.

Now They Got To Look Into Me Loving Tea Cake And See Whether It Was Done Right Or Not! They Don't Know If Life Is A Mess Of Corn-meal Dumplings, And If Love Is A Bed-quilt!

Lack Of Power And Opportunity Passes Off Too Often For Virtue.

Everybody Is Two Beings: One Lives And Flourishes In The Daylight And Stands Guard. The Other Being Walks And Howls At Night.