A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.

I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.

Tell me, and then again show me, so I can know.

It seems like the first law of Nature is that everybody likes to receive things, but nobody likes to feel grateful.

She's got those big black eyes with plenty shiny white in them that makes them shine like brand new money and she knows what God gave women eyelashes for, too. Her hair is not what you might call straight. It's negro hair, but it's got a kind of white flavor. Like the piece of string out of a ham. It's not ham at all, but it's been around ham and got the flavor.

Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear, and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom.

Now they got to look into me loving Tea Cake and see whether it was done right or not! They don't know if life is a mess of corn-meal dumplings, and if love is a bed-quilt!