I found when I left that there were others who felt the same way. We'd meet they'd come and seek me out we'd talk about the future. And I found that their depression and pessimism was every bit as acute as mine.
Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.
Better the rudest work that tells a story or records a fact than the richest...
Men were not intended to work with the accuracy of tools to be precise and...
Men cannot not live by exchanging articles but producing them. They live by...
Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman...
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...