I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning,

If I Am Going To Be A Poet At All, I Am Going To Be Poet And Not Negro Poet.

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.