I Have A Rendezvous With

For We Must Be One Thing Or The Other, An Asset Or A Liability, The Sinew In Your Wing To Help You Soar, Or The Chain To Bind You To Earth.

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

What Is Africa To Me: Copper Sun Or Scarlet Sea, Jungle Star Or Jungle Track, Strong Bronzed Men, Or Regal Black Women From Whose Loins I Sprang When The Birds Of Eden Sang?

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.

There Is No Secret To Success Except Hard Work And Getting Something Indefinable Which We Call 'the Breaks.