Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas

Don't come giving me, who's old enough to die and too near blind to create anything any more anyhow, a great big banquet that you eat up in honor of your own stomachs as much as in honor of me- who's toothless and can't eat.

There is no color line in art.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

These feet have walked ten thousand miles working for white folks and another ten thousand keeping up with colored.

For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.

But there are certain very practical things American Negro writers can do. And must do. There's a song that says, "the time ain't long." That song is right. Something has got to change in America-and change soon. We must help that change to come.