The mind that doggedly insists on prejudice often has not intelligence enough to change.

In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on. A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book. I am a writer and I take up my pen to write.

The main barrier between East and West today is that the white man is not willing to give up his superiority and the colored man is no longer willing to endure his inferiority.

Can such stiff and formal moldings as words capture the spirit-essence of love?

Many people lose the small joys in the hope for the big happiness.

Our bodies can be mobilized by law and police and men with guns, if necessary-but where shall we find that which will make us believe in what we must do, so that we can fight through to victory?

I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in human beings.