Poor conceited humanity! Interpreters of God indeed.
Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.
I hope there is something worthy in my writings and not merely the novelty of a black face associated with the power to rhyme that has attracted attention.
Only the rich are lonesome.
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core.
People are taking it for granted that [the Negro] ought not to work with his head. And it is so easy for these people among whom we are living to believe this; it flatters and satisfies their self-complacency.