Two Things Everybody's Got Tuh Do Fuh

When I Pitched Headforemost Into The World I Landed In The Crib Of Negroism.

When Janie Looked Out Of Her Door She Saw The Drifting Mists Gathered In The West -- That Cloud Field Of The Sky -- To Arm Themselves With Thunders And March Forth Against The World. Louder And Higher And Lower And Wider The Sound And Motion Spread, Mounting, Sinking, Darking.

The Haitian People Are Gentle And Lovable Except For Their Enormous And Unconscious Cruelty.

Among The Thousand White Persons, I Am A Dark Rock Surged Upon, And Overswept.

Every Heart Has Its Graveyard.