Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.
Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.
If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don’t keer if you die at dusk. It’s so many people never seen de light at all.
She didn’t read books so she didn’t know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.
Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.
I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Happiness is nothing but everyday living seen through a veil.
Love, I find, is like singing.
It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.
Women forget all the things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget.
No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
Mystery is the essence of divinity.
You got to go there to know there.
Friendship is a mysterious and ocean-bottom thing. Who can know the outer ranges of it? Perhaps no human being has ever explored its limits.
It seems like the first law of Nature is that everybody likes to receive things, but nobody likes to feel grateful.
Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
Learning without wisdom is a load of books on a donkey’s back.
Now they got to look into me loving Tea Cake and see whether it was done right or not! They don’t know if life is a mess of corn-meal dumplings, and if love is a bed-quilt!
I have been amazed by the Anglo-Saxon’s lack of curiosity about the internal lives and emotions of the Negroes, and for that matter, any non-Anglo-Saxon peoples within our borders, above the class of unskilled labor.
You have no idea, sir, how difficult it is to be the victim of benevolence.