A Classic Is A Book That Doesn't

It Is The Stars, It Is The Ancient Stars, It Is The Young And Everlasting Stars!

Between Me And The Other World There Is Ever An Unasked Question: Unasked By Some Through Feelings Of Delicacy; By Others Through The Difficulty Of Rightly Framing It. All, Nevertheless, Flutter Round It. How Does It Feel To Be A Problem?

It Is A Peculiar Sensation, This Double-consciousness, This Sense Of Always Looking At One's Self Through The Eyes Of Others, Of Measuring One's Soul By The Tape Of A World That Looks On In Amused Contempt And Pity.

It Is The Trained, Living Human Soul, Cultivated And Strengthened By Long Study And Thought, That Breathes The Real Breath Of Life Into Boys And Girls And Makes Them Human, Whether They Be Black Or White, Greek, Russian Or American.

I Believe In Liberty For All Men: The Space To Stretch Their Arms And Their Souls.