I’s been livin’ a long time in yesterday, Sandy chile, an’ I knows there ain’t no room in de world fo’ nothin’ mo’n love. I know, chile! Ever’thing there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on yo’ soul. An’ to love sho ‘nough, you got to have a spot in yo’ heart fo’ ever’body – great an’ small, white an’ black, an’ them what’s good an’ them what’s evil – ‘cause love ain’t got no crowded-out places where de good ones stay an’ de bad ones can’t come in. When it gets that way, then it ain’t love.

Hard as I try, daddy-o, I really do not like concert singers. They are always singing in some foreign language.

It has seemed to me that most people are generally good, in every race and in every country where I have been.

I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes, but I laugh, and eat well, and grow strong.

They [the police] learned something from them Harlem riots. They used to beat your head right in public, but now they only beat it after they get you down to the station house.

How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm

Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I'm still pulling.