Lord, Make Us Mindful Of The Little

It Is, Then, The Strife Of All Honorable Men And Women Of The Twentieth Century To See That In The Future Competition Of The Races The Survival Of The Fittest Shall Mean The Triumph Of The Good, The Beautiful, And The True; That We May Be Able To Preserve For Future Civilization All That Is Really Fine And Noble And Strong, And Not Continue To Put A Premium On Greed And Imprudence And Cruelty.

It Is The Stars, It Is The Ancient Stars, It Is The Young And Everlasting Stars!

Perhaps The Most Extraordinary Characteristic Of Current America Is The Attempt To Reduce Life To Buying And Selling. Life Is Not Love Unless Love Is Sex And Bought And Sold. Life Is Not Knowledge Save Knowledge Of Technique, Of Science For Destruction. Life Is Not Beauty Except Beauty For Sale. Life Is Not Art Unless Its Price Is High And It Is Sold For Profit. All Life Is Production For Profit, And For What Is Profit But For Buying And Selling Again?

The Future Woman Must Have A Life Work And Economic Independence. She Must Have The Right Of Motherhood At Her Own Discretion.

Among Negroes Of My Generation There Was Not Only Little Direct Acquaintance Or Consciously Inherited Knowledge Of Africa, But Much Distaste And Recoil Because Of What The White World Taught Them About The Dark Continent. There Arose Resentment That A Group Like Ours, Born And Bred In The United States For Centuries, Should Be Regarded As Africans At All. They Were, As Most Of Them Began Gradually To Assert, Americans. My Father's Father Was Particularly Bitter About This. He Would Not Accept An Invitation To A 'negro' Picnic. He Would Not Segregate Himself In Any Way.