Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till

There Is No Secret To Success Except Hard Work And Getting Something Indefinable Which We Call 'the Breaks.

Ever At Thy Glowing Altar Must My Heart Grow Sick And Falter, Wishing He I Served Were Black.

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

If I Am Going To Be A Poet At All, I Am Going To Be Poet And Not Negro Poet.

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.