“Dead men will tell you, never stand in the way of a determined woman.”

Strength is formed in the womb of adversity.

Don’t let the tamed ones tell you how to live.

My heart has a history of silent catastrophes.

Cold coffee is a liquid morgue.

She’s seven seas of sexiness and five oceans of trouble.

Everybody knows when lightening strikes the earth a woman is formed.

I’ve never met Satan face to face, but I have dated a few of his daughters.

Wave your wand while the magic’s still there.

Someday is a romantic lie, right now is an urgent truth.

She’s got sunshine in her eyes, and it ain’t even daylight.

She’s battling things her smile will never tell you about.

May your cold nights die a warm death.

Love is wealth in the pockets of the heart.

Don’t bring her dead flowers, take her to where the flowers live.

Her light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.

Last night (we exchanged so much DNA) we became each other.

If the Negro is not careful he will drink in all the poison of modern civilization and die from the effects of it.

The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew a way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene.

I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.

Slow death is painful for both the Dying & the Living.

He must avoid quarreling as he would avoid drinking a deadly poison.

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.

Every hour wounds. The last one kills.

Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.