The Haitian people are gentle and lovable except for their enormous and unconscious cruelty.

I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.

I am her friend, and her tongue is in my mouth. I can speak her sentiments for her, though Ethel Waters can do very well indeed in speaking for herself.

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

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

We must learn to be honest with ourselves, and know our shortcomings. We will acquire cohesion but we will pay dearly for being a slow pupil.

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.