Work without love is slavery.

Do not wait for leaders; do it alone$$$ person to person.

We have what we seek. We don't have to rush after it. It was there all the time$$$ and if we give it time it will make itself known to us.

Love seeks one thing only: the good of the one loved. It leaves all the other secondary effects to take care of themselves. Love$$$ therefore$$$ is its own reward.

The music is not in the notes$$$ but in the silence between.

I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings.

Language$$$ when it finally comes$$$ has the vigor of a felon pardoned after twenty-one years on hold. Sudden$$$ raw$$$ stripped to its underwear.

There is no protection. To be female in this place is to be an open wound that cannot heal. Even if scars form$$$ the festering is ever below.

If a Negro got legs he ought to use them. Sit down too long$$$ somebody will figure out a way to tie them up.

Everywhere$$$ everywhere$$$ children are the scorned people of the earth.