I was a devil in other countries, and I was a little devil in America, too.
The white imagination is sure something when it comes to blacks.
Is that what they call a vocation, what you do with joy as if you had fire in your heart, the devil in your body?
Art is an elastic sort of love.
Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.
Surely the day will come when color means nothing more than the skin tone, when religion is seen uniquely as a way to speak one's soul; when birth places have the weight of a throw of the dice and all men are born free, when understanding breeds love and brotherhood.