Love is lak de sea. Itโs uh movinโ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and itโs different with every shore.
When I pitched headforemost into the world I landed in the crib of Negroism.
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.
When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man's spice-box seasons his own food.