I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind

Not for myself I make this prayer, But for this race of mine That stretches forth from shadowed places Dark hands for bread and wine.

If I am going to be a poet at all, I am going to be POET and not NEGRO POET.

The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.

I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage.

All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind