I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied.

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

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

It is the duty of the younger Negro artist . . . to change through the force of his art that old whispering "I want to be white," hidden in the aspirations of his people, to "Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!"

7 x 7 + love = An amount Infinitely above: 7 x 7 - love.

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!

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