Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept.

It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands . . . They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

Gods always behave like the people who make them.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.

Slogans can be worse than swords if they are only put in the right mouths.