A Classic Is A Book That Doesn't

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. All, Nevertheless, Flutter Round It. How Does It Feel To Be A Problem?

For Education Among All Kinds Of Men Always Has Had, And Always Will Have, An Element Of Danger And Revolution, Of Dissatisfaction And Discontent.

Why Did God Make Me An Outcast And A Stranger In Mine Own House? The Shades Of The Prison-house Closed Round About Us All: Walls Strait And Stubborn To The Whitest, But Relentlessly Narrow, Tall, And Unscalable To Sons Of Night Who Must Plod Darkly On In Resignation, Or Beat Unavailing Palms Against The Stone, Or Steadily, Half Hopelessly, Watch The Streak Of Blue Above.

If You Want To Feel Humor Too Exquisite And Subtle For Translation, Sit Invisibly Among A Gang Of Negro Workers.

But We Do Not Merely Protest; We Make Renewed Demand For Freedom In That Vast Kingdom Of The Human Spirit Where Freedom Has Ever Had The Right To Dwell:the Expressing Of Thought To Unstuffed Ears; The Dreaming Of Dreams By Untwisted Souls.