To Some People Love Is Given, To

Out Of Love, No Regrets-- Though The Goodness Be Wasted Forever. Out Of Love, No Regrets-- Though The Return Be Never.

Lawrence Has A Wonderful Hill In It, With A University On Top And The First Time I Ran Away From Home, I Ran Up The Hill And Looked Across The World: Kansas Wheat Fields And The Kaw River, And I Wanted To Go Some Place, Too. I Got A Whipping For It.

Good Morning, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? • • • • You Think It's A Happy Beat?

Liberty! Freedom! Democracy! True Anyhow No Matter How Many Liars Use Those Words.

We Younger Negro Artists Who Create Now Intend To Express Our Individual Dark-skinned Selves Without Fear Or Shame. If White People Are Pleased We Are Glad. If They Aren?t It Doesn?t Matter.