My father I liked but it was only after his death that I got to know him by writing the play.
Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.
A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
A great artist is always before his time or behind it.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden a dim...
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...
