Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.

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

Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:/ To make a poet black, and bid him sing!

There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.

We shall not always plant while others reap

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

Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching.