Life is not in bits and pieces. It is a magnificent, rhythmic, pulsating symphony. - Bessie Emery Head

Things wouldn’t have been so bad if black men as a whole had not accepted their oppression and added to it with their own taboos and traditions.

Not now, not ever, shall I be complete; and though the road to find you has been desolate with loneliness, still more desolate is the road that leads away from you. It is as though pain piles on pain in an endless, unbroken stream, until it is the only reality. What do they do, those who love?

Do you think life will care about you if you do not show that you care about it?