I Sit With Shakespeare And He Winces

Education Is That Whole System Of Human Training Within And Without The School House Walls, Which Molds And Develops Men.

I Believe That All Men, Black And Brown And White, Are Brothers, Varying Through Time And Opportunity, In Form And Gift And Feature, But Differing In No Essential Particular, And Alike In Soul And The Possibility Of Infinite Development.

The Music Of An Unhappy People, Of The Children Of Disappointment; They Tell Of Death And Suffering And Unvoiced Longing Toward A Truer World, Of Misty Wanderings And Hidden Ways.

Had It Not Been For The Race Problem Early Thrust Upon Me And Enveloping Me, I Should Have Probably Been An Unquestioning Worshipper At The Shrine Of The Established Social Order And Of The Economic Development Into Which I Was Born.

Would America Have Been America Without Her Negro People?