The wind came back with triple fury, and put out the light for the last time. They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against crude walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.

De nigger woman is de mule uh de world so fur as Ah can see.

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee.

I want a busy life, a just mind, and a timely death.

There is something about poverty that smells like death.

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide.

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do it enough to impress themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.