Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.

I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.

What shall I give my children? who are poor, / Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land...

As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.

I felt that I had to write. Even if I had never been published, I knew that I would go on writing, enjoying it and experiencing the challenge.

I know that the Black emphasis must be not against white but FOR Black.

First fight. Then fiddle.