Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make, even if it does not bring them millions, gives millions of people happiness.

Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? • • • • You think It's a happy beat?

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

Folks, I'm telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.

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

I wish the rent Was heaven sent.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.