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

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

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

Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make, even if it does not bring them millions, gives millions of people happiness.

Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven.

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

As long as what is is-and Georgia is Georgia-I will take Harlem for mine. At least, if trouble comes, I will have my own window to shoot from.