I had enjoyed life in Paris, and, taking all things into consideration, enjoyed it wholesomely.

It is strange how in some things honest people can be dishonest without the slightest compunction.

The Southern whites are in many respects a great people. Looked at from a certain point of view, they are picturesque. If one will put oneself in a romantic frame of mind, one can admire their notions of chivalry and bravery and justice.

My luck at the gambling table was varied; sometimes I was fifty to a hundred dollars ahead, and at other times I had to borrow money from my fellow workmen to settle my room rent and pay for my meals.

Any musical person who has never heard a Negro congregation under the spell of religious fervor sing these old songs has missed one of the most thrilling emotions which the human heart may experience.

This country can have no more democracy than it accords and guarantees to the humblest and weakest citizen.

My mother was kept very busy with her sewing; sometimes she would have another woman helping her.