The Present Was An Egg Laid By

You Got To Go There To Know There.

Trees And Plants Always Look Like The People They Live With, Somehow.

Faith Hasn't Got No Eyes, But She's Long-legged.

There Is A Basin In The Mind Where Words Float Around On Thought And Thought On Sound And Sight. Then There Is A Depth Of Thought Untouched By Words, And Deeper Still A Gulf Of Formless Feelings Untouched By Thought.

It Would Be Against All Nature For All The Negroes To Be Either At The Bottom, Top, Or In Between. We Will Go Where The Internal Drive Carries Us Like Everybody Else. It Is Up To The Individual.