I think women need kindness more than love. When one human being is kind to another, it's a very deep matter.

Some truth has no nourishment in it.

I'm independent as a hog on ice and a hog on ice is dead, cold, well-preserved and don't need a mother'grabbin, thing.

Zis and zat' when uttered by the French is considered charming, but 'dis and dat' as an Africanism is ridiculed as gross and ugly.

Everybody's got some sin, but if it troubles your heart you're a gentle sinner, just a good soul gone wrong.

That's how women are, always studyin' each other and wonderin' how they look up 'gainst the next.

The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .