Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.

A dream deferred is a dream denied.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.

Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.

A dog gets lonesome just like a human. He wants to associate with other dogs, but when they take him out, the poor dog is on a leash and cannot run around.