There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
There is something about poverty that smells like death.
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.
So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.
I do not share the gloomy thought that Negroes in America are doomed to be stomped out bodaciously, nor even shackled to the bottom of things. Of course some of them will be tromped out, and some will always be at the bottom, keeping company with other bottom-folks.