Keep Your Hand On The Plow. Hold

What Happens To A Dream Deferred?

It Is The Duty Of The Younger Negro Artist . . . To Change Through The Force Of His Art That Old Whispering "i Want To Be White," Hidden In The Aspirations Of His People, To "why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!"

When Peoples Care For You And Cry For You, They Can Straighten Out Your Soul.

A Picture, To Be An Interesting Picture, Must Be More Than A Picture, Otherwise It Is Only A Reproduction Of An Object, And Not An Object Of Value In Itself.

For My Best Poems Were All Written When I Felt The Worst. When I Was Happy, I Didn't Write Anything.