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Any Musical Person Who Has Never Heard A Negro Congregation Under The Spell Of Religious Fervor Sing These Old Songs Has Missed One Of The Most Thrilling Emotions Which The Human Heart May Experience.

This Great God, Like A Mammy Bending Over Her Baby, Kneeled Down In The Dust Toiling Over A Lump Of Clay Till He Shaped It In His Own Image.

Young Man, Young Man, Your Arm's Too Short To Box With God.

This Country Can Have No More Democracy Than It Accords And Guarantees To The Humblest And Weakest Citizen.

It’s No Disgrace To Be Black, But It’s Often Very Inconvenient.