There is something about poverty that smells like death.

Affection makes your spirit slither out from its concealing spot.

Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

It is hard to apply oneself to study when there is no money to pay for food and lodging. I almost never explain these things when folks are asking me why I don't do this or that.

Light came to me when I realized that I did not have to consider any racial group as a whole. God made them duck by duck and that was the only way I could see them.

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.

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