About James Baldwin
Your Daddy beats you, she said, because he loves you.
Broadway: the way that led to death was broad, and many could be found thereon; but narrow was the way that led to life eternal, and few there were who found it.
She had fallen from that high estate which God had intended for men and women, and she made her fall glorious because it was so complete.
But ain’t no use to try to take the whole world with you. You can’t change nothing, Gabriel.
The Lord was riding on the wind to-night. What might that wind have spoken before the morning came?
Ten years. Their battle never ended; they never bought a home. He died in France.
These, God’s ministers, had indeed grown fat, and their dress was rich and various. They had been in the field so long that they did not tremble before God any more.
And something moved in John’s body which was not John. He was invaded, set at naught, possessed.
The darkness and silence of the church pressed on him, cold as judgment, and the voices crying from the window might have been crying from another world.
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