The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

If the government can set aside some spot for a elk to be a elk without being bothered, or a buffalo to be a buffalo without being shot down, there ought to be some place where a Negro can be a Negro without being Jim Crowed.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

Money and art are far apart.

Hard as I try, daddy-o, I really do not like concert singers. They are always singing in some foreign language.

The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall.