W.E.B. Du Bois: “His name to-day, in this broad land, means little, and comes to fifty million ears laden with no incense of memory or…”

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.

Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil.

He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American, without being cursed and spit upon by his fellows, without having the doors of Opportunity closed roughly in his face.

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.