When we began to make $10 a day, my ex-husband thought that was enough, thought I ought to be satisfied. But I was convinced that my hair preparation would fill a long-felt want. And when we found it impossible to agree, due to his narrowness of vision, I embarked on business for myself.
I am not ashamed of my past; I am not ashamed of my humble beginnings.
Love’s language is imprecise, fits more like mittens than gloves.
People are ugly not in their face but in their thoughts.
Hair is power. You can’t imagine what it is like to lose it.
I am not satisfied in making money for myself. I endeavor to provide employment for hundreds of the women of my race.
Perseverance is my motto!
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