So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.

We must learn to be honest with ourselves, and know our shortcomings. We will acquire cohesion but we will pay dearly for being a slow pupil.

You heard me. You ain't blind.

When I pitched headforemost into the world I landed in the crib of Negroism.

The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.

If it was so honorable and glorious to be black, why was it the yellow-skinned people among us had so much prestige?