W.E.B. Du Bois: “And the final product of our training must be neither a psychologist nor a brickmason, but a man.”

Away back in the days of bondage they thought to see in one divine event the end of all doubt and disappointment; few men ever worshipped Freedom with half such unquestioning faith as did the American Negro for two centuries.

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.

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.