Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
Every tub sits on its bottom.
My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.
People can be slave-ships in shoes.
My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose. It is a seeking that he who wishes may know the cosmic secrets of the world and they that dwell therein.