“Children worked in the mills: "I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust.”

“Today’s breakfast consist of rice and a piece of bread fried in a bit of salt pork grease. At least I have my memories of grand banquets and fine foods, but this is all the children have ever known. I suppose it is best not to have anything to compare.”

“It was not an unusual site to see Negro tenant farmers crossing the intersection of Spring and Barbrick on the way to the cotton warehouse”

“I am reminded that the children we birth do not belong to us. They belong to God. We are simply the vessel through which they arrive on this earth. We are appointed to care for and guide them; however, we must recognize when the time comes for them to govern their own lives.”

“Dread not to climb the mountain, for the higher you rise, your load will lighten; for once on top, easy be the stroll to the meadow down below”

“The children we birth do not belong to us. They belong to God. We are simply the vessel for which they arrive on this earth. We are appointed to care and guide them, however we must recognize when the time comes for them to govern their own lives.”

“Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.”