Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.

Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.

If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.

The North has no interest in the particular Negro, but talks of justice for the whole. The South has not interest, and pretends none, in the mass of Negroes but is very much concerned about the individual.

Every tub sits on its bottom.

I been through living for years. I just ain't dead yet.

It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.