W.E.B. Du Bois: “We must face the fact that this problem arose principally from the cupidity and carelessness of our ancestors.”

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.

This, then, is the end of his striving: to be a co-worker in the kingdom of culture, to escape both death and isolation, to husband and use his best powers and his latent genius.

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

One ever feels his twoness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.