The Things We Truly Love

I Shall Dance All My Life. . . . I Would Like To Die, Breathless, Spent, At The End Of A Dance.

I Was A Devil In Other Countries, And I Was A Little Devil In America, Too.

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

I Wasn't Really Naked. I Simply Didn't Have Any Clothes On.

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.