As I look back now I can see that I was a perfect little aristocrat.

As I look back now I can see that I was a perfect little aristocrat.

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

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

O Black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?

There are a great many colored people who are ashamed of the cake-walk, but I think they ought to be proud of it.

In the life of everyone there is a limited number of experiences which are not written upon the memory, but stamped there with a die; and in the long years after, they can be called up in detail, and every emotion that was stirred by them can be lived through anew; these are the tragedies of life.