If science ever gets to the bottom of Voodoo in Haiti and Africa, it will be found that some important medical secrets, still unknown to medical science, give it its power, rather than the gestures of ceremony.

it seems that tears and laughter, love and hate, make up the sum of life!

Tain't no use in you cryin' . . . But folks is meant to cry 'bout somethin' or other. Better leave things de way dey is. Youse young yet. No tellin' whut mout happen befo' you die.

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.

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

I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.