Whiteness Is Ownership Of The Earth.

The Theology Of The Average Colored Church Is Basing Itself Far Too Much Upon Hell And Damnation-upon An Attempt To Scare People Into Being Decent And Threatening Them With The Terrors Of Death And Punishment. We Are Still Trained To Believe A Good Deal That Is Simply Childish In Theology. The Outward And Visible Punishment Of Every Wrong Deed That Men Do The Repeated Declaration That Anything Can Be Gotten By Anyone At Any Time By Prayer.

I Have Loved My Work, I Have Loved People And My Play, But Always I Have Been Uplifted By The Thought That What I Have Done Well Will Live Long And Justify My Life, That What I Have Done Ill Or Never Finished Can Now Be Handed On To Others For Endless Days To Be Finished, Perhaps Better Than I Could Have Done.

The Music Of An Unhappy People, Of The Children Of Disappointment; They Tell Of Death And Suffering And Unvoiced Longing Toward A Truer World, Of Misty Wanderings And Hidden Ways.

Progress In Human Affairs Is More Often A Pull Than A Push, A Surging Forward Of The Exceptional Man, And The Lifting Of His Duller Brethren Slowly And Painfully To His Vantage-ground.

Why Did God Make Me An Outcast And A Stranger In Mine Own House? The Shades Of The Prison-house Closed Round About Us All: Walls Strait And Stubborn To The Whitest, But Relentlessly Narrow, Tall, And Unscalable To Sons Of Night Who Must Plod Darkly On In Resignation, Or Beat Unavailing Palms Against The Stone, Or Steadily, Half Hopelessly, Watch The Streak Of Blue Above.