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.

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

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

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.

It is from the blues that all that may be called American music derives it most distinctive characteristics.

Young man, young man, your arm's too short to box with God.

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