W.E.B. Du Bois: “Have not seers seen in Heaven's halls Thine hearsed and lifeless form stark amidst the black and rolling smoke of sin…”

But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them.

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.

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.

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