Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.

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.

The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky.

So the brother in black offers to these United States the source of courage that endures, and laughter.

It's a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.

Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.

Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to 'jump at the sun.' We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.