W.E.B. Du Bois: “The vast and wonderful knowledge of this marvelous universe is locked in the bosoms of its individual souls.”

He would not bleach his Negro soul in a flood of white Americanism, for he knows that Negro blood has a message for the world.

Through history, the powers of single black men flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.

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.