“Gods always love the people who make em.” — Zora Neale Hurston

It would be against all nature for all the Negroes to be either at the bottom, top, or in between. We will go where the internal drive carries us like everybody else. It is up to the individual.

The Haitian people are gentle and lovable except for their enormous and unconscious cruelty.

When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.

It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.