Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.

A great state is a well-blended mash of something of all the people and all of none of the people. The liquor of statecraft is distilled from the mash you got.

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.

If it was so honorable and glorious to be black, why was it the yellow-skinned people among us had so much prestige?

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.

God took pattern after a pine tree and built you noble.

To avoid the consequences of posterity the mulattos give the blacks a first class letting alone. There is a frantic stampede white-ward to escape from Jamaica's black mass.