The breezes of the West African night were intimate and shy, licking the hair, sweeping through cotton dresses with unseemly intimacy, then disappearing into the utter blackness.

Life loves the liver of it.

Forgive yourself - no one else will.

Be certain that you do not die without having done something wonderful for humanity.

To grow up is to stop putting blame on parents.

Thank you, always say thank you; it's the greatest gift you can give someone; because thank you is what you say to God.

The sadness of the women's movement is that they don't allow the necessity of love. See, I don't personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.