There is no color line in art.

Americans of good-will, the nice decent church people, the well-meaning liberals, the good hearted souls who themselves wouldn't lynch anyone, must begin to realize that they have to be more than passively good-hearted, more than church goingly Christian, and much more than word-of-mouth in the liberalism.

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

When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself

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

I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.

There is no color line in art.