The North has no interest in the particular Negro, but talks of justice for the whole. The South has not interest, and pretends none, in the mass of Negroes but is very much concerned about the individual.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

Friendship is a mysterious and ocean-bottom thing. Who can know the outer ranges of it? Perhaps no human being has ever explored its limits.

The game of keeping what one has is never so exciting as the game of getting.

A great state is a well-blended mash of something of all the people and all of none of the people. The liquor of statecraft is distilled from the mash you got.

anytime you catch folks lying, they scared of something!

It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.