You know why we're stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don't let themselves feel things.

Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers. You can fill your life up with ideas and still go home lonely. All you really have that really matters are feelings. That's what music is to me.

One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.

You have drawn me my dear Madam, or rather have I drawn myself, into an honest confession of a Simple Fact - misconstrue not my meaning - 'tis obvious - doubt it not, nor expose it, - the World has no business to know the object of my Love, declard in this manner to - you when I want to conceal it - One thing, above all things in this World I wish to know, and only one person of your Acquaintance can solve me that, or guess my meaning. - but adieu to this, till happier times, if I ever shall see them.

I feel the force of her amiable beauties in the recollection of a thousand tender passages that I coud wish to obliterate, till I am bid to revive them. - but experience alas! sadly reminds me how Impossible this is. - and evinces an Opinion which I have long entertaind, that there is a Destiny, which has the Sovereign controul of our Actions - not to be resisted by the strongest efforts of Human Nature.

Tis true, I profess myself a Votary to Love - I acknowledge that a Lady is in the Case - and further I confess, that this Lady is known to you. - Yes Madam, as well as she is to one, who is too sensible of her Charms to deny the Power, whose Influence he feels and must ever Submit to.