Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.

Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

If you want to honor me, give some young boy or girl who's coming along trying to create arts and write and compose and sing and act and paint and dance and make something out of the beauties of the Negro race-give that child some help.

I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.

Life dosent frighten me at all.

As long as what is is-and Georgia is Georgia-I will take Harlem for mine. At least, if trouble comes, I will have my own window to shoot from.

Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding.