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

In Berlin I especially enjoyed the orchestral concerts, and I attended a large number of them. I formed the acquaintance of a good many musicians, several of whom spoke of my playing in high terms.

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

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.

I'm lonely I'll make me a world.

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

O Black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?