...my Heart May Have Been In It

And That's All We Are Jefferson, All Of Us On This Earth, A Piece Of Drifting Wood. Until We - Each Of Us, Individually- Decide To Become Something Else. I Am Still That Piece Of Drifting Wood, And Those Out There Are No Better. But You Can Be Better.

The Sharecropper May Lower His Eyes, But Not Because He's Less Of A Man. That's Just A Condition Of Society That Such Things Exist.

What I Miss Today More Than Anything Else - I Don't Go To Church As Much Anymore - But That Old-time Religion, That Old Singing, That Old Praying Which I Love So Much. That Is The Great Strength Of My Being, Of My Writing.

Everything's Been Said, But It Needs Saying Again.

Only When The Mind Is Free Has The Body A Chance To Be Free. Yes, They Must Believe, They Must Believe. Because I Know What It Means To Be A Slave. I Am A Slave.