W.E.B. Du Bois: “A perfect life was his, all joy and love, with tears to make it brighter,—sweet as a summer’s day beside the Housatonic.”

All this segregation by color is largely independent of that natural clustering by social grades common to all communities.

Whatever of good may have come in these years of change, the shadow of a deep disappointment rests upon the Negro people,—a disappointment all the more bitter because the unattained ideal was unbounded save by the simple ignorance of a…

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.

Thus we have two great and hardly reconcilable streams of thought and ethical strivings; the danger of the one lies in anarchy, that of the other in hypocrisy.