Money Is A Great Dignifier.

The Age Is Materialistic. Verse Isn't. I Must Be With The Age, So I Am Writing Prose.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Ah Me, When His Wing Is Bruised And His Bosom Sore,- When He Beats His Bars And Would Be Free; It Is Not A Carol Of Joy Or Glee, But A Prayer That He Sends From His Heart's Deep Core, But A Plea, That Upward To Heaven He Flings- I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings!

People Are Taking It For Granted That [the Negro] Ought Not To Work With His Head. And It Is So Easy For These People Among Whom We Are Living To Believe This; It Flatters And Satisfies Their Self-complacency.

All Play And No Work Makes Jack A Mere Toy.

Poor Conceited Humanity! Interpreters Of God Indeed.