What, what am I to do with all of this life?
What shall I give my children? who are poor, / Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land...
Writing is a delicious agony.
beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.
It is brave to be involved. To be not fearful to be unresolved.
I don't like the idea of the black race being diluted out of existence. I like the idea of all of us being here.