Perhaps I am just a coward who loves to laugh at life better than I do cry with it. But when I do get to crying, boy, I can roll a mean tear.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.

anytime you catch folks lying, they scared of something!

But for the national welfare, it is urgent to realize that the minorities do think, and think about something other than the race problem.

So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time.

I have known the joy and pain of friendship. I have served and been served. I have made some good enemies for which I am not a bit sorry. I have loved unselfishly, and I have fondled hatred with the red-hot tongs of Hell. That's living.

It's a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.