My father was a creole, his father a Negro, and his father a monkey; my family, it seems, begins where yours left off.

The intelligence of any discussion diminishes with the square of the number of participants.

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old all down the unchanging days and die one day like any other day, only short

The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any great height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon.

Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.