We black men seem the sole oasis of simple faith and reverence in a dusty desert of dollars and smartness.
Men must not only know, they must act.
A classic is a book that doesn't have to be written again.
As Negro voting increased, Congress got an improved sense of hearing.
It is the trained, living human soul, cultivated and strengthened by long study and thought, that breathes the real breath of life into boys and girls and makes them human, whether they be black or white, Greek, Russian or American.
Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it. All, nevertheless, flutter round it. How does it feel to be a problem?