A Dead Tree, Falling, Made Less Havoc

Words Began Fights And Words Ended Them.

He Who Tries To Forget A Woman, Never Loved Her

To Comfort Any Mortal Against Loneliness, One Other Is Enough.

I Can Only Tell You That When Long Soul-searching And A Combination Of Circumstances Delivered Me Of My Last Prejudices, There Was An Exalted Sense Of Liberation. It Was Not The Negro Who Became Free, But I.

The Truth Is Artistically Fallacious.