Reach Up Your Hand... And

The Only Way To Get A Thing Done Is To Start To Do It, Then Keep On Doing It, And Finally You'll Finish It.

The Depression Brought Everybody Down A Peg Or Two. And The Negroes Had But Few Pegs To Fall.

Through My Grandmother's Stories Always Life Moved, Moved Heroically Toward An End. Nobody Ever Cried In My Grandmother's Stories. They Worked, Or Schemed, Or Fought. But No Crying. When My Grandmother Died, I Didn't Cry, Either. Something About My Grandmother's Stories (without Her Ever Having Said So) Taught Me The Uselessness Of Crying About Anything."

I've Been Scared And Battered. My Hopes The Wind Done Scattered. Snow Has Friz Me, Sun Has Baked Me, Looks Like Between 'em They Done Tried To Make Me Stop Laughin', Stop Lovin', Stop Livin'-- But I Don't Care! I'm Still Here!

Believing Everything She Read In The Daily News, (no In-between To Choose) She Thought That Only One Side Won, Not That Both Might Lose.