Art Is An Elastic Sort Of Love.

The Hate Directed Against The Colored People Here In St. Louis Has Always Given Me A Sad Feeling... How Can You Expect The World To Believe In You And Respect Your Preaching Of Democracy When You Yourself Treat Your Colored Brothers As You Do?

The Things We Truly Love Stay With Us Always, Locked In Our Hearts As Long As Life Remains.

We Must Change The System Of Education And Instruction. Unfortunately, History Has Shown Us That Brotherhood Must Be Learned, When It Should Be Natural.

Since I Personified The Savage On The Stage, I Tried To Be As Civilized As Possible In Daily Life.

My People Have A Country Of Their Own To Go To If They Choose... Africa... But, This America Belongs To Them Just As Much As It Does To Any Of The White Race... In Some Ways Even More So, Because They Gave The Sweat Of Their Brow And Their Blood In Slavery So That Many Parts Of America Could Become Prosperous And Recognized In The World.