If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk. It's so many people never seen de light at all.

She didn't read books so she didn't know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

Gods always love the people who make 'em.

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.

Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

When the people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts for the others to look at and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to.