Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
Since when do you have to agree with people to defend them from injustice?
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
But there are certain very practical things American Negro writers can do. And must do. There's a song that says, the time ain't long. That song is right. Something has got to change in Americaand change soon. We must help that change to come.
America never was America to me<br/>And yet I swear this oath-<br/>America will be!
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up - like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore - And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over - like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags - like a heavy lead
Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.
Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.-
Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas