It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.

People can be slave-ships in shoes.

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.

It's no use of talking unless people understand what you say.

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.

The Haitian people are gentle and lovable except for their enormous and unconscious cruelty.