every heart has its graveyard.

She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.

Most things are born in the mothering darkness and most things die. Darkness is the womb of creation, my boy. But the sun with his seven horns of flame is the father of life.

A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.

Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.

The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky.

So in Jamaica it is the aim of everybody to talk English, act English and look English. And that last specification is where the greatest difficulties arise. It is not so difficult to put a coat of European culture over African culture, but it is next to impossible to lay a European face over an African face in the same generation.