Distance Is The Only Cure For Certain

She Didn't Read Books So She Didn't Know That She Was The World And The Heavens Boiled Down To A Drop.

I Have Been In Sorrow's Kitchen And Licked Out All The Pots. Then I Have Stood On The Peaky Mountain Wrapped In Rainbows, With A Harp And Sword In My Hands.

Love, I Find, Is Like Singing.

To Avoid The Consequences Of Posterity The Mulattos Give The Blacks A First Class Letting Alone. There Is A Frantic Stampede White-ward To Escape From Jamaica's Black Mass.

It's No Use Of Talking Unless People Understand What You Say.