So She Sat On The Porch And

Most Things Are Born In The Mothering Darkness And Most Things Die. Darkness Is The Womb Of Creation, My Boy. But The Sun With His Seven Horns Of Flame Is The Father Of Life.

Love, I Find, Is Like Singing.

Janie Looked Down On Him And Felt A Self-crushing Love. So Her Soul Crawled Out From Its Hiding Place.

I Hold That Any Religion That Satisfies The Individual Urge Is Valid For That Person.

Ethical And Cultural Desegregation. It Is A Contradiction In Terms To Scream Race Pride And Equality While At The Same Time Spurning Negro Teachers And Self-association.