No matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you.
When I pitched headforemost into the world I landed in the crib of Negroism.
If it was so honorable and glorious to be black, why was it the yellow-skinned people among us had so much prestige?
Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.
You have no idea, sir, how difficult it is to be the victim of benevolence.
It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.