Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun.

I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all.

He looked like the love thoughts of women.

Once you wake up thought in a man, you can never put it to sleep again.

The North has no interest in the particular Negro, but talks of justice for the whole. The South has not interest, and pretends none, in the mass of Negroes but is very much concerned about the individual.

The whole matter revolves around the self-respect of my people. How much satisfaction can I get from a court order for somebody toassociate with me who does not wish me near them?

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.