July 4. Statistics show that we lose more fools on this day than in all the other days of the year put together. This proves, by the number left in stock, that one Fourth of July per year is now inadequate, the country has grown so.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author. Pudd'nhead Wilson and Those Extraordinary Twins, ch. 17 (1894).)
I thank heaven that the 4th. of July is over. It is always a day of great fatigue to me, and of some embarrassments from improper intrusions and some from unintended exclusions.
(Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826), U.S. president. Letter, July 5, 1808, to his granddaughter, Ellen Wayles Randolph. The Family Letters of Thomas Jefferson, p. 347, eds. E.M. Betts and J.A. Bear, Jr. (1966).)
People in Stamps used to say that the whites in our town were so prejudiced that a Negro couldn't buy vanilla ice cream. Except on July Fourth. Other days he had to be satisfied with chocolate.
(Maya Angelou (b. 1928), African American poet, autobiographer, and performer. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, ch. 8 (1970).
Remembering her childhood in strictly segregated, harshly racist Stamps, Arkansas, during the 1930s.)