Living Was No Longer The Grief Behind

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.

It Is Not Death That Kills Us, But Life. We Are Done To Death By Life.

No Case Of Libel By A Negro Against A White Would Even Reach A Southern Court.

They Were All Too Tightly Bound Together, Men And Women, Creatures Wild And Tame, Flowers, Fruits And Leaves, To Ask That Any One Be Spared. As Long As The Whole Continued, The Earth Could Go About Its Business.

The Test Of Beauty Is Whether It Can Survive Close Knowledge.