I Feel Most Colored When I Am

When God Had Made The Man, He Made Him Out Of Stuff That Sung All The Time And Glittered All Over. Some Angels Got Jealous And Chopped Him Into Millions Of Pieces, But Still He Glittered And Hummed. So They Beat Him Down To Nothing But Sparks But Each Little Spark Had A Shine And A Song. So They Covered Each One Over With Mud. And The Lonesomeness In The Sparks Make Them Hunt For One Another.

Love, I Find, Is Like Singing.

I Love Myself When I Am Laughing. . . And Then Again When I Am Looking Mean And Impressive.

Tea Cake, The Son Of The Evening Sun, Had To Die For Loving Her.

No Matter How Far A Person Can Go The Horizon Is Still Way Beyond You.