No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
Gods always love the people who make 'em.
The liquor of statecraft is distilled from the mash you got.
When I pitched headforemost into the world I landed in the crib of Negroism.
Ethical and cultural desegregation. It is a contradiction in terms to scream race pride and equality while at the same time spurning Negro teachers and self-association.
She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.