All My Skinfolk Ain't Kinfolk.

When I Pitched Headforemost Into The World I Landed In The Crib Of Negroism.

Sweat, Sweat, Sweat! Work And Sweat, Cry And Sweat, Pray And Sweat!

It Is Hard To Apply Oneself To Study When There Is No Money To Pay For Food And Lodging. I Almost Never Explain These Things When Folks Are Asking Me Why I Don't Do This Or That.

The North Has No Interest In The Particular Negro, But Talks Of Justice For The Whole. The South Has Not Interest, And Pretends None, In The Mass Of Negroes But Is Very Much Concerned About The Individual.

When The People Sat Around On The Porch And Passed Around The Pictures Of Their Thoughts For The Others To Look At And See, It Was Nice. The Fact That The Thought Pictures Were Always Crayon Enlargements Of Life Made It Even Nicer To Listen To.