It is easy to be hopeful in the day when you can see the things you wish on.
There is something about poverty that smells like death.
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
I do not share the gloomy thought that Negroes in America are doomed to be stomped out bodaciously, nor even shackled to the bottom of things. Of course some of them will be tromped out, and some will always be at the bottom, keeping company with other bottom-folks.
Faith hasn't got no eyes, but she's long-legged.
Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun.