W.E.B. Du Bois: “The world must choose the free woman or the white wraith of the prostitute.”

Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.

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.

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.

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.