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 hold that any religion that satisfies the individual urge is valid for that person.

Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!

Tain't no use in you cryin' . . . But folks is meant to cry 'bout somethin' or other. Better leave things de way dey is. Youse young yet. No tellin' whut mout happen befo' you die.

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

If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk. It's so many people never seen de light at all.

Love, I find, is like singing.