W.E.B. Du Bois: “Life to him was neither meat nor drink,--it was creative flame; ideas, plans, melodies glowed within him.”

So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.

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.

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…

And yet, being a problem is a strange experience,—peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe.