It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.

The man who interprets Nature is always held in great honor.

Look lak she been livin' through uh hundred years in January without one day of spring.

Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to 'jump at the sun.' We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.

She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.

Tain't no use in you cryin' . . . But folks is meant to cry 'bout somethin' or other. Better leave things de way dey is. Youse young yet. No tellin' whut mout happen befo' you die.

Gods always love the people who make 'em.