Though You May Hear Me Holler, And

Sometimes I Wish The Public Were Equally Aware Of The Men Of Our Race In The Cultural Fields. You, For Instance, Have You Ever Bought A Book By A Negro Writer?

Through My Grandmother's Stories Always Life Moved, Moved Heroically Toward An End. Nobody Ever Cried In My Grandmother's Stories. They Worked, Or Schemed, Or Fought. But No Crying. When My Grandmother Died, I Didn't Cry, Either. Something About My Grandmother's Stories (without Her Ever Having Said So) Taught Me The Uselessness Of Crying About Anything."

Humor Is When The Joke's On You But Hits The Other Fellow First -- Before It Boomerangs.

Wear It Like A Banner For The Proud? Not Like A Shroud.

I Dream A World... Where Wretchedness Will Hang Its Head And Joy, Like A Pearl, Attends The Needs Of All Mankind. Of Such I Dream, My World!