Fate keeps on happening.
Snow-white moslem head-dress around a dead black face! Beautiful were your sand-papering words against our skins!
Friends and good manners will carry you where money won't go.
When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book.
Racism is so extreme and so pervasive in our American society that no black individual lives in an atmosphere of freedom.
Only ways you can keep folks hating is to keep them apart and separated from each other.
I believe deeply in a common humanity. The black man belongs to the family of man. One part of that family is out of control - like a virus or cancer - and that is the white man. He and his technological society are bent on destroying the world. Everywhere the white man has gone with his empire, he has destroyed people, races, societies, cultures, and in the course of it, has sterilized himself. He is completely the mechanical man: without heart, without soul. He is the Tin Man of The Wizard of Oz. But I don't believe that all the white people in the world are no good.
I am still amazed at the amount of Christian charity [Wellesley] stuck us all with, a kind of glazed politeness in the face of boredom and stupidity. Tolerance, in the worst sense of the word. How marvelous it would have been to go to a women's college that encouraged impoliteness, that rewarded aggression, that encouraged argument.
Our epoch is a time of tragic collision between matter and spirit and of the downfall of the purely material world view.
She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.
Objective evidence and certitude are doubtless very fine ideals to play with, but where on this moonlit and dream-visited planet are they found?