Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof.

Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me.

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

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.

For four hundred years the blacks of Haiti had yearned for peace. for three hundred years the island was spoken of as a paradise of riches and pleasures, but that was in reference to the whites to whom the spirit of the land gave welcome. Haiti has meant split blood and tears for blacks.

I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all.

Why fear? The stuff of my being is matter, ever changing, ever moving, but never lost; so what need of denominations and creeds to deny myself the comfort of all my fellow men? The wide belt of the universe has no need for finger-rings. I am one with the infinite and need no other assurance.