In all pointed sentences, some degree of accuracy must be sacrificed to conciseness.
To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.
Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.
There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.
I maintain that I have been a Negro three times--a Negro baby, a Negro girl and a Negro woman. Still, if you have received no clear cut impression of what the Negro in America is like, then you are in the same place with me. There is no The Negro here. Our lives are so diversified, internal attitudes so varied, appearances and capabilities so different, that there is no possible classification so catholic that it will cover us all, except My people! My people!
There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man's spice-box seasons his own food.
Those that don't got it, can't show it. Those that got it, can't hide it.
Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.
These are people who haven't gone through the legal means to becoming citizens like our forefathers did. They want all the benefits but none of the responsibilities.
Nobody likes the man who brings bad news.
Why is the competition always so intense to set new records for maximum stupidity?