We Muckraked, Not Because We Hated Our

Did You Think You Could Have The Good Without The Evil? Did You Think You Could Have The Joy Without The Sorrow? . . . . I Have Been Thinking Much About Pain. How Could I Help It? . . . . Sooner Or Later, Regardless Of The Wit Of Man, We Have Pain To Face; A Reality; A Final Inescapable, Immutable Fact Of Life. What Poor Souls, If We Have Then No Philosophy To Face It With! This Pain Will Not Last; It Never Has Lasted. I'll Think About What I Am Going To Write Tomorrow-not About Me, Not About My Body.

And No Book Gives A Deeper Insight Into The Inner Life Of The Negro, His Struggles And His Aspirations, Than, The Souls Of Black Folk.

The Streets And Alleys Of The Ward Were Notoriously Filthy, And The Contractors Habitually Neglected Them, Not Failing, However, To Draw Their Regular Payments From The City Treasury.

Most Of Us Have Collections Of Sayings We Live By. . . . Whenever Words Fly Up At Me From The Printed Page As I Read, I Intercept Them Instantly, Knowing They Are For Me. I Turn Them Over Carefully In My Mind And Cling To Them Hard.

Looking Back, I Have This To Regret, That Too Often When I Loved, I Did Not Say So.