The Man Who Interprets Nature

Perhaps Love Is A Compelling Necessity Imposed On Man By God That Has Something To Do With Suffering

There Is Something About Poverty That Smells Like Death.

I Feel Most Colored When I Am Thrown Against A Sharp White Background........beside The Waters Of The Hudson" I Feel My Race. Among The Thousand White Persons, I Am A Dark Rock Surged Upon, And Overswept, But Through It All, I Remain Myself. When Covered By The Waters, I Am; And The Ebb But Reveals Me Again." How It Feels To Be Colored Me

It's A Funny Thing, The Less People Have To Live For, The Less Nerve They Have To Risk Losing Nothing.

Some People Could Look At A Mud Puddle And See An Ocean With Ships.