Hold Fast To Dreams, For If Dreams

I Asked You, Baby, If You Understood- You Told Me That You Didn't, But You Thought You Would.

Life Is For The Living. Death Is For The Dead. Let Life Be Like Music. And Death A Note Unsaid.

But There Are Certain Very Practical Things American Negro Writers Can Do. And Must Do. There's A Song That Says, "the Time Ain't Long." That Song Is Right. Something Has Got To Change In America-and Change Soon. We Must Help That Change To Come.

The Past Has Been A Mint Of Blood And Sorrow. That Must Not Be True Of Tomorrow.

Cheap Little Rhymes A Cheap Little Tune Are Sometimes As Dangerous As A Sliver Of The Moon.