My Head Was Full Of Misty Fumes

If It Was So Honorable And Glorious To Be Black, Why Was It The Yellow-skinned People Among Us Had So Much Prestige?

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

He Was The Average Mortal. It Troubled Him To Get Used To The World One Way And Then Suddenly Have It Turn Different.

Folklore Is The Boiled-down Juice, Or Pot-likker, Of Human Living.

Nothing That God Ever Made Is The Same Thing To More Than One Person.