It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die.

Tain't no use in you cryin' . . . But folks is meant to cry 'bout somethin' or other. Better leave things de way dey is. Youse young yet. No tellin' whut mout happen befo' you die.

But for the national welfare, it is urgent to realize that the minorities do think, and think about something other than the race problem.

Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.

To a haughty belly, kindness is hard to swallow and harder to digest.

If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.