We black men seem the sole oasis of simple faith and reverence in a dusty desert of dollars and smartness.

No universal selfishness can bring social good to all.

The cause of war is preparation for war.

The world still wants to ask that a woman primarily be pretty and if she is not, the mob pouts and asks querulously, 'What else are women for?

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.

At best, the natural good-nature is edged with complaint or has changed into sullenness and gloom. And now and then it blazes forth in veiled but hot anger.

I sit with Shakespeare and he winces not.