The Present Was An Egg Laid By

I Am Not Tragically Colored. There Is No Great Sorrow Dammed Up In My Soul, Nor Lurking Behind My Eyes. I Do Not Mind At All. I Do Not Belong To The Sobbing School Of Negrohood Who Hold That Nature Somehow Has Given Them A Lowdown Dirty Deal And Whose Feelings Are All Hurt About It. Even In The Helter-skelter Skirmish That Is My Life, I Have Seen That The World Is To The Strong Regardless Of A Little Pigmentation More Or Less. No, I Do Not Weep At The World—i Am Too Busy Sharpening My Oyster Knife.

It Was The Meanest Moment Of Eternity.

If You Haven't Got It, You Can't Show It. If You Have Got It, You Can't Hide It.

You Got To Go There To Know There.

Grab The Broom Of Anger And Drive Off The Beast Of Fear.