There's two things everybody got to find out for themselves: they got to find out about love, and they got to find out about living. Now, love is like the sea. It's a moving thing. And it's different on every shore. And living... well... There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

Everybody is two beings: one lives and flourishes in the daylight and stands guard. The other being walks and howls at night.

Everybody has some special road of thought along which they travel when they are alone to themselves. And his road of thought is what makes every man what he is.

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

I hold that any religion that satisfies the individual urge is valid for that person.

To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.

Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept.