Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.

It was the meanest moment of eternity.

If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk. It's so many people never seen de light at all.

To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.

Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.

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

I note that the Africa loves to depict the grace of reptiles.