W.E.B. Du Bois: “Perhaps now he knows the All-love, and needs not to be wise.”

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

Such an assumption is the arrogance of peoples irreverent toward Time and ignorant of the deeds of men.

Let the ears of a guilty people tingle with truth, and seventy millions sigh for the righteousness which exalteth nations, in this drear day when human brotherhood is mockery and a snare.

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.