W.E.B. Du Bois: “Above float clouds--white, gray, and inken, while the clear, impalpable air springs and sparkles like new wine.”

Many of the worst characteristics of the Negro masses of to-day had their seed in this period of the slave’s ethical growth.

A million black men started with renewed zeal to vote themselves into the kingdom.

This waste of double aims, this seeking to satisfy two unreconciled ideals, has wrought sad havoc with the courage and faith and deeds of ten thousand thousand people,—has sent them often wooing false gods and invoking false means of…

Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it.