I will not take 'but' for an answer. Negroes have been looking at democracy's 'but' too long.

I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? ... Or does it explode?

I felt very bad in Washington. . . I didn't like my job, and I didn't know what was going to happen to me, and I was cold and half-hungry, so I wrote a great many poems.

We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.

I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.

A dog gets lonesome just like a human. He wants to associate with other dogs, but when they take him out, the poor dog is on a leash and cannot run around.