W.E.B. Du Bois: “Then was the hour to talk of life and the meaning of life, while above gleamed silently, suddenly, star on star.”

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.

But whichever it is, the meaning is always clear: that sometime, somewhere, men will judge men by their souls and not by their skins.

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.

Our song, our toil, our cheer, and warning have been given to this nation in blood-brotherhood.