Most things are born in the mothering darkness and most things die. Darkness is the womb of creation, my boy. But the sun with his seven horns of flame is the father of life.
Silence is all the genius a fool has.
All my skinfolk ain't kinfolk.
Folklore is the boiled-down juice, or pot-likker, of human living.
Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.
But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.