Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.

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

I dream a world... where wretchedness will hang its head and joy, like a pearl, attends the needs of all mankind. Of such I dream, my world!

For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn't write anything.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

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.