But All The Time-no Matter What She

The Thinking Mind Is Best Controlled By The Imagination.

The Human Heart Is A Lonely Hunter-but The Search For Us Southerners Is More Anguished.

Now Hoppin'-john Was F. Jasmine's Very Favorite Food. She Had Always Warned Them To Wave A Plate Of Rice And Peas Before Her Nose When She Was In Her Coffin, To Make Certain There Was No Mistake; For If A Breath Of Life Was Left In Her, She Would Sit Up And Eat, But If She Smelled The Hopping-john, And Did Not Stir, Then They Could Just Nail Down The Coffin And Be Certain She Was Truly Dead.

I´m A Stranger In A Strange Land.

The Closest Thing To Being Cared For Is To Care For Someone Else.