We never had a bathtub. Mom would bathe me in the wooden or tin washtub in the kitchen, or in a big lard can.

Many people know how to criticize, but few know how to praise.

I want affection and tenderness desperately, but there's something in me that prevents me from handing it out.

I was born out of wedlock. Nobody brought me up.

Negroes are human beings with exactly the same faults and virtues as members of the other races.

I'm not afraid to die. I'm looking forward to it. I know the Lord has His arms wrapped around this big sparrow.

I learned early in life not to judge others. We outcasts are very happy and content to leave that job to our social superiors.