Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.

I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.

If you want to honor me, give some young boy or girl who's coming along trying to create arts and write and compose and sing and act and paint and dance and make something out of the beauties of the Negro race-give that child some help.

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

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

Well, when Christ comes back this time, I hope He comes back mad His own self. I hope He drives the Jim Crowers out of their high places, every living last one of them from Washington to Texas.