To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.

All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

Silence is all the genius a fool has.

If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.

Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me.

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.