Like The Dead-seeming, Cold Rocks, I Have

The Present Was An Egg Laid By The Past That Had The Future Inside Its Shell.

When I Pitched Headforemost Into The World I Landed In The Crib Of Negroism.

Grown People Know That They Do Not Always Know The Way Of Things, And Even If They Think They Know, They Do Not Know Where And How They Got The Proof.

A Great State Is A Well-blended Mash Of Something Of All The People And All Of None Of The People. The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From The Mash You Got.

Faith Hasn't Got No Eyes, But She's Long-legged.