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

My luck at the gambling table was varied; sometimes I was fifty to a hundred dollars ahead, and at other times I had to borrow money from my fellow workmen to settle my room rent and pay for my meals.

As I look back now I can see that I was a perfect little aristocrat.

This country can have no more democracy than it accords and guarantees to the humblest and weakest citizen.

And so for a couple of years my life was divided between my music and my school books.

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered.

There are a great many colored people who are ashamed of the cake-walk, but I think they ought to be proud of it.