When One Is Too Old For Love,

You'se Something Tuh Make Uh Man Forgit To Git Old And Forgit Tuh Die.

But As De Old Folk Always Say, Ah'm Born But Ah Ain't Dead. No Tellin' Whut Ah'm Liable Tuh Do Yet.

From Barren Brown Stems To Glistening Leaf-buds; From The Leaf-buds To Snowy Virginity Of Bloom…it Was Like A Flute Song Forgotten In Another Existence And Remembered Again. What? How? Why? This Singing She Heard That Had Nothing To Do With Her Ears. The Rose Of The World Was Breathing Out Smell. It Followed Her Through All Her Waking Moments And Caressed Her In Her Sleep.

Africa Has Her Mouth On Moses.

There Is Nothing To Make You Like Other Human Beings So Much As Doing Things For Them.