She Had An Inside And

That Is The Way With People ... If They Do You Wrong, They Invent A Bad Name For You, A Good Name For Their Acts And Then Destroy You In The Name Of Virtue.

You'se Something Tuh Make Uh Man Forgit To Git Old And Forgit Tuh Die.

Justice, Like Beauty, Is In The Eye Of The Beholder.

I Do Not Pray. . . . I Do Not Expect God To Single Me Out And Grant Me Advantages Over My Fellow Men. . . . Prayer Seems To Me A Cry Of Weakness, And An Attempt To Avoid, By Trickery, The Rules Of The Game As Laid Down. I Do Not Choose To Admit Weakness. I Accept The Challenge Of Responsibility.

It Was A Weak Spot In Any Nation To Have A Large Body Of Disaffected People Within Its Confusion.