A Classic Is A Book That Doesn't

The Cost Of Liberty Is Less Than The Price Of Repression.

It Is A Peculiar Sensation, This Double-consciousness, This Sense Of Always Looking At One's Self Through The Eyes Of Others, Of Measuring One's Soul By The Tape Of A World That Looks On In Amused Contempt And Pity.

The Function Of The University Is Not Simply To Teach Breadwinning, Or To Furnish Teachers For The Public Schools, Or To Be A Centre Of Polite Society; If Is, Above All, To Be The Organ Of That Fine Adjustment Between Real Life And The Growing Knowledge Of Life, An Adjustment From Which Forms The Secret Of Civilization.

This The American Black Man Knows: His Fight Here Is A Fight To The Finish. Either He Dies Or Wins. If He Wins It Will Be By No Subterfuge Or Evasion Of Amalgamation . He Will Enter Modern Civilization Here In America As A Black Man On Terms Of Perfect And Unlimited Equality With Any White Man, Or He Will Enter Not At All. Either Extermination Root And Branch, Or Absolute Equality. There Can Be No Compromise. This Is The Last Great Battle Of The West.

When In This World A Man Comes Forward With A Thought, A Deed, A Vision, We Ask Not How Does He Look, But What Is His Message?. . . The World Still Wants To Ask That A Woman Primarily Be Pretty. . . .