How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm

There is no color line in death. I swear to the lord I still can't see Why Democracy means Everybody but me. O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath - America will be! I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.

Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I'm still pulling.

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-- And make America again!

Humor is when the joke's on you but hits the other fellow first -- before it boomerangs.

I will not take 'but' for an answer. Negroes have been looking at democracy's 'but' too long.

A picture, to be an interesting picture, must be more than a picture, otherwise it is only a reproduction of an object, and not an object of value in itself.