Tell me, and then again show me, so I can know.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

Women forget all the things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget.

Such as I am, I am a precious gift.

I do not pray. . . . I do not expect God to single me out and grant me advantages over my fellow men. . . . Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness, and an attempt to avoid, by trickery, the rules of the game as laid down. I do not choose to admit weakness. I accept the challenge of responsibility.

You have no idea, sir, how difficult it is to be the victim of benevolence.

The whole matter revolves around the self-respect of my people. How much satisfaction can I get from a court order for somebody toassociate with me who does not wish me near them?