I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.
One of the great difficulties about being a member of a minority race is that so many kindhearted, well-meaning bores gather around to help.
What happens to a dream deferred?
My seeking has been to explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all human kind.
Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.