All Art Is Propaganda...i Do Not Care

One Ever Feels His Twoness - An American, A Negro; Two Souls, Two Thoughts, Two Unreconciled Strivings; Two Warring Ideals In One Dark Body, Whose Dogged Strength Alone Keeps It From Being Torn Asunder.

Now Is The Accepted Time, Not Tomorrow, Not Some More Convenient Season. It Is Today That Our Best Work Can Be Done.

I Most Sincerely Doubt If Any Other Race Of Women Could Have Brought Its Fineness Up Through So Devilish A Fire.

No People Can More Exactly Interpret The Inmost Meaning Of The Present Situation In Ireland Than The American Negro. The Scheme Is Simple. You Knock A Man Down And Then Have Him Arrested For Assault. You Kill A Man And Then Hang The Corpse.

To Stimulate Wildly Weak And Untrained Minds Is To Play With Mighty Fires.