The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.

He was the average mortal. It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn different.

It seems like the first law of Nature is that everybody likes to receive things, but nobody likes to feel grateful.

They bowed down to him rather, because he was all of these things, and then again he was all of these things because the town bowed down.

I was born in a Negro town.

The whole matter revolves around the self-respect of my people. How much satisfaction can I get from a court order for somebody toassociate with me who does not wish me near them?

You heard me. You ain't blind.