Everybody has some special road of thought along which they travel when they are alone to themselves. And his road of thought is what makes every man what he is.

She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.

I made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.

Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof.

I been through living for years. I just ain't dead yet.