He Was The Average Mortal. It Troubled

When One Is Too Old For Love, One Finds Great Comfort In Good Dinners.

I Want A Busy Life, A Just Mind, And A Timely Death.

If You Are Silent About Your Pain, They’ll Kill You And Say You Enjoyed It.

Love, I Find, Is Like Singing. Everybody Can Do Enough To Satisfy Themselves, Though It May Not Impress The Neighbors As Being Very Much.

I Have Been Amazed By The Anglo-saxon's Lack Of Curiosity About The Internal Lives And Emotions Of The Negroes, And For That Matter, Any Non-anglo-saxon Peoples Within Our Borders, Above The Class Of Unskilled Labor.