Art Is An Elastic Sort Of Love.

A Violinist Had A Violin, A Painter His Palette. All I Had Was Myself. I Was The Instrument That I Must Care For.

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

I Believe If The White And Colored People Could Get Together And Be Let Alone, They Would Understand Each Other And Consequently Love Each Other.

Friends, To Me For Years St. Louis Represented A City Of Fear... Humiliation... Misery And Terror... A City Where In The Eyes Of The White Man A Negro Should Know His Place And Had Better Stay In It.

What Am I Most Ashamed Of In My Life? Not Keeping My Promise To My Sister And Being Too Scared Of America To Attend Her Funeral.