There Is Nothing To Make You Like

I Belong To No Race Nor Time. I Am The Eternal Feminine With Its String Of Beads.

I Am Colored But I Offer Nothing In The Way Of Extenuating Circumstances Except The Fact That I Am The Only Negro In The United States Whose Grandfather On The Mother's Side Was Not An Indian Chief.

My Head Was Full Of Misty Fumes Of Doubt.

A Great State Is A Well-blended Mash Of Something Of All The People And All Of None Of The People. The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From The Mash You Got.

Work Is The Nearest Thing To Happiness That I Can Find.