W.E.B. Du Bois: “The shackles seemed to rattle and fall from his soul.”

Our song, our toil, our cheer, and warning have been given to this nation in blood-brotherhood.

Would America have been America without her Negro people?

So wofully unorganized is sociological knowledge that the meaning of progress, the meaning of “swift” and “slow” in human doing, and the limits of human perfectability, are veiled, unanswered sphinxes on the shores of science.

Hear my cry, O God the Reader; vouchsafe that this my book fall not still-born into the world wilderness.