Everybody should take each other as they are, white, black, Indians, Creole. Then there would be no prejudice, nations would get along.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

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

LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY! True anyhow no matter how many Liars use those words.

Melting pot Harlem-Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall. Dusky dream Harlem rumbling into a nightmare tunnel where the subway from the Bronx keeps right on downtown.

Sometimes I wish the public were equally aware of the men of our race in the cultural fields. You, for instance, have you ever bought a book by a Negro writer?

Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows, Help us to see That without the dust the rainbow Would not be.