We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence. – Joseph Roux
She discovered with great delight that one does not love ones children just because they are ones children but because of the friendship formed while raising them. – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
One ever feels his twoness – an American, a Negro two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder. – W. E. B. Du Bois
Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. – F. Scott Fitzgerald
