You heard me. You ain't blind.

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

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

I thought that when they said Atlantic Charter, that meant me and everybody in Africa and Asia and everywhere. But it seems like the Atlantic is an ocean that does not touch anywhere but North America and Europe.

But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.

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.