All my skinfolk ain't kinfolk.

I do not pray. . . . I do not expect God to single me out and grant me advantages over my fellow men. . . . Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness, and an attempt to avoid, by trickery, the rules of the game as laid down. I do not choose to admit weakness. I accept the challenge of responsibility.

truth is a letter from courage!

It is a curious thing to be a woman in the Caribbean after you have been a woman in these United States.

There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.

It's no use of talking unless people understand what you say.

The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.