W.E.B. Du Bois: “Paris has been dreaming a nightmare, and though she awakes, the grim terror is upon her--it lies on the sand-closed art…”

If somewhere in this whirl and chaos of things there dwells Eternal Good, pitiful yet masterful, then anon in His good time America shall rend the Veil and the prisoned shall go free.

Our song, our toil, our cheer, and warning have been given to this nation in blood-brotherhood.

Hear my cry, O God the Reader; vouchsafe that this my book fall not still-born into the world wilderness.

Let the ears of a guilty people tingle with truth, and seventy millions sigh for the righteousness which exalteth nations, in this drear day when human brotherhood is mockery and a snare.