Wear it Like a banner For the proud? Not like a shroud.

My seeking has been to explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all human kind.

Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.

Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.

I don't dare start thinking in the morning. I don't dare start thinking in the morning. If I thought thoughts in bed, Them thoughts would bust my head-- So I don't dare start thinking in the morning.

It's such a Bore Being always Poor.

I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She'll make you so jealous, you'll bust!