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

It is easy to be hopeful in the day when you can see the things you wish on.

Once you wake up thought in a man, you can never put it to sleep again.

Silence is all the genius a fool has.

I am colored but I offer nothing in the way of extenuating circumstances except the fact that I am the only Negro in the United States whose grandfather on the mother's side was not an Indian chief.

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

Affection makes your spirit slither out from its concealing spot.