If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.

Faith hasn't got no eyes, but she's long-legged.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

I have been amazed by the Anglo-Saxon's lack of curiosity about the internal lives and emotions of the Negroes, and for that matter, any non-Anglo-Saxon peoples within our borders, above the class of unskilled labor.

I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.

It was a weak spot in any nation to have a large body of disaffected people within its confusion.

I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background........Beside the waters of the Hudson" I feel my race. Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept, but through it all, I remain myself. When covered by the waters, I am; and the ebb but reveals me again." How It Feels to Be Colored Me