W.E.B. Du Bois: “He did his work,—he did it nobly and well; and yet I sorrow that here he worked alone, with so little human sympathy.”

Actively we have woven ourselves with the very warp and woof of this nation,—we fought their battles, shared their sorrow, mingled our blood with theirs, and generation after generation have pleaded with a headstrong, careless people to…

Such an assumption is the arrogance of peoples irreverent toward Time and ignorant of the deeds of men.

So wofully unorganized is sociological knowledge that the meaning of progress, the meaning of “swift” and “slow” in human doing, and the limits of human perfectability, are veiled, unanswered sphinxes on the shores of science.

But whichever it is, the meaning is always clear: that sometime, somewhere, men will judge men by their souls and not by their skins.