Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.

Both of them were very good and kind - the one who went to church and the one who didn't. And no doubt from them I learned to like both Christians and sinners equally well.

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!"

Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.

There is no color line in art.

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

To create a market for your writing you have to be consistent, professional, a continuing writer - not just a one-article or a one-story or a one-book man.