W.E.B. Du Bois: “And unless men rule industry, can they ever hope really to make laws or educate children or create beauty?”

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.

A million black men started with renewed zeal to vote themselves into the kingdom.

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.

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