The White Imagination Is Sure Something When

One Dance Had Made Me The Most Famous Colored Woman In The World.

A Violinist Had A Violin, A Painter His Palette. All I Had Was Myself. I Was The Instrument That I Must Care For.

I Love Performing. I Shall Perform Until The Day I Die.

I Think They Must Mix Blood, Otherwise The Human Race Is Bound To Degenerate. Mixing Blood Is Marvelous. It Makes Strong And Intelligent Men. It Takes Away Tired Spirits.

He Was My Cream, And I Was His Coffee - And When You Poured Us Together, It Was Something.