Love, I find, is like singing.
Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me.
God took pattern after a pine tree and built you noble.
It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.
But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.
I did not just fall in love. I made a parachute jump.