Two things everybody's got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin' fuh theyselves.
He looked like the love thoughts of women.
It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.
Those that don't got it, can't show it. Those that got it, can't hide it.
Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.