Justice, Like Beauty, Is In The Eye

Learning Without Wisdom Is A Load Of Books On A Donkey's Back.

Every Morning The World Flung Itself Over And Exposed The Town To The Sun.

I Am Not Tragically Colored. There Is No Great Sorrow Dammed Up In My Soul, Nor Lurking Behind My Eyes. I Do Not Mind At All. I Do Not Belong To The Sobbing School Of Negrohood Who Hold That Nature Somehow Has Given Them A Lowdown Dirty Deal And Whose Feelings Are All Hurt About It. Even In The Helter-skelter Skirmish That Is My Life, I Have Seen That The World Is To The Strong Regardless Of A Little Pigmentation More Or Less. No, I Do Not Weep At The World—i Am Too Busy Sharpening My Oyster Knife.

My Sense Of Humor Will Always Stand In The Way Of My Seeing Myself, My Family, My Race Or My Nation As The Whole Intent Of The Universe.

Everybody Has Some Special Road Of Thought Along Which They Travel When They Are Alone To Themselves. And His Road Of Thought Is What Makes Every Man What He Is.