Woe is me! Bitter is me! For what is my life? Why didn't the ship go under and drown me before I came to America?

In America, money takes the place of God.

This fire in me, it's not just the hunger of a woman for a man - it's the hunger of all my people back of me, from all ages, for light, for the life higher!

I was so obsessed and consumed with my grievances that I could not get away from myself and think things out in the light. I was in the grip of that blinding, destructive, terrible thing -- righteous indignation.

A man is free to go up as high as he can reach up to; but I, with all my style and pep, can't get a man my equal because a girl is always judged by her mother.

The world is a wheel always turning.

I tasted the bread and wine of equality.