I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul...
Hard decisions$$$ sacrifices doesn't keep you warm at night$$$ lifes too damn short$$$ too damn long to continue without someone at your side
He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.
The most interesting thing about artists is how they live.
Only that saner selfishness$$$ which Education teaches men$$$ can find the rights of all in the whirl of work.
And yet this does not touch the kernel of the problem. Human advancement is not a mere question of almsgiving$$$ but rather of sympathy and cooperation among classes who would scorn charity.
At best$$$ the natural good-nature is edged with complaint or has changed into sullenness and gloom. And now and then it blazes forth in veiled but hot anger.
He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American$$$ without being cursed and spit upon by his fellows$$$ without having the doors of Opportunity closed roughly in his face.
...But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful...
Keep things simple.