Sweat, Sweat, Sweat! Work And Sweat, Cry

Once You Wake Up Thought In A Man, You Can Never Put It To Sleep Again.

Some People Could Look At A Mud Puddle And See An Ocean With Ships.

I Feel Most Colored When I Am Thrown Against A Sharp White Background........beside The Waters Of The Hudson" I Feel My Race. Among The Thousand White Persons, I Am A Dark Rock Surged Upon, And Overswept, But Through It All, I Remain Myself. When Covered By The Waters, I Am; And The Ebb But Reveals Me Again." How It Feels To Be Colored Me

I Am Her Friend, And Her Tongue Is In My Mouth. I Can Speak Her Sentiments For Her, Though Ethel Waters Can Do Very Well Indeed In Speaking For Herself.

Magic Is Older Than Writing. So Nobody Knows How It Started.