Gods always behave like the people who make them.

I am her friend, and her tongue is in my mouth. I can speak her sentiments for her, though Ethel Waters can do very well indeed in speaking for herself.

Lack of power and opportunity passes off too often for virtue.

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.

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.

Everybody is two beings: one lives and flourishes in the daylight and stands guard. The other being walks and howls at night.

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