The battle was first waged over the right of the Negro to be classed as a human being with a soul; later, as to whether he had sufficient intellect to master even the rudiments of learning; and today it is being fought out over his social recognition.

Lift every voice and sing Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty. Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies; Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

She was my first love, and I loved her as only a boy loves.

Every race and every nation should be judged by the best it has been able to produce, not by the worst.

The Southern whites are in many respects a great people. Looked at from a certain point of view, they are picturesque. If one will put oneself in a romantic frame of mind, one can admire their notions of chivalry and bravery and justice.

It is strange how in some things honest people can be dishonest without the slightest compunction.

As yet, the Negroes themselves do not fully appreciate these old slave songs.