every heart has its graveyard.
Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.
Once you wake up thought in a man, you can never put it to sleep again.
It seems like the first law of Nature is that everybody likes to receive things, but nobody likes to feel grateful.
Faith hasn't got no eyes, but she's long-legged.