Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.

When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.

Both of them were very good and kind - the one who went to church and the one who didn't. And no doubt from them I learned to like both Christians and sinners equally well.

We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.

America never was America to me And yet I swear this oath - America will be!