Whiteness Is Ownership Of The

Lord Of The Springtime, Father Of Flower, Field And Fruit, Smile On Us In These Earnest Days When The Work Is Heavy And The Toil Wearisome; Lift Up Our Hearts, O God, To The Things Worthwhile-sunshine And Night, The Dripping Rain, The Song Of The Birds, Books And Music, And The Voices Of Our Friends. Lift Up Our Hearts To These This Night And Grant Us Thy Peace. Amen.

Men Must Not Only Know, They Must Act.

The World Still Wants To Ask That A Woman Primarily Be Pretty And If She Is Not, The Mob Pouts And Asks Querulously, 'what Else Are Women For?

Either America Will Destroy Ignorance Or Ignorance Will Destroy The United States.

Why Did God Make Me An Outcast And A Stranger In Mine Own House? The Shades Of The Prison-house Closed Round About Us All: Walls Strait And Stubborn To The Whitest, But Relentlessly Narrow, Tall, And Unscalable To Sons Of Night Who Must Plod Darkly On In Resignation, Or Beat Unavailing Palms Against The Stone, Or Steadily, Half Hopelessly, Watch The Streak Of Blue Above.