it seems that tears and laughter, love and hate, make up the sum of life!

The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.

Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to 'jump at the sun.' We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.

But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.

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

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.

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.