Taint no law on earth dat kin make a man be decent if it aint in 'im.
Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
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.
You heard me. You ain't blind.
Magic is older than writing. So nobody knows how it started.