“I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly.”

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.

A new heart for a New Year, always!

Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself.

There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.

There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted.

Remember, to the last, that while there is life there is hope.

The ocean asks for nothing but those who stand by her shores gradually attune themselves to her rhythm.

My advice is to never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time.

There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood.

Once a gentleman, and always a gentleman.

Time and tide will wait for no man, saith the adage. But all men have to wait for time and tide.

I think slavery is the next thing to hell. If a person would send another into bondage, he would, it appears to me, be bad enough to send him into hell if he could.

He fashioned hell for the inquisitive.

I remember how being young and Black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.

Slavery is the next thing to hell.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

This is not a time to take our foot off the gas pedal. If we rally the American people, we can get a hell of a lot done.

Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they’re eating sandwiches.