Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.

Folklore is the boiled-down juice, or pot-likker, of human living.

Grown people know that they do not always know the why of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof. Hence the irritation they show when children keep on demanding to know if a thing is so and how the grown folks got the proof of it. It is so troublesome because it is disturbing to the pigeonhole way of life.

I do not share the gloomy thought that Negroes in America are doomed to be stomped out bodaciously, nor even shackled to the bottom of things. Of course some of them will be tromped out, and some will always be at the bottom, keeping company with other bottom-folks.

You heard me. You ain't blind.

It was a weak spot in any nation to have a large body of disaffected people within its confusion.

My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.