The glory of the day was in her face, The beauty of the night was in her eyes.

Every race and every nation should be judged by the best it has been able to produce, not by the worst.

It is from the blues that all that may be called American music derives its most distinctive characteristic.

The colored people of this country know and understand the white people better than the white people know and understand them.

Her robe is a cloud, her face a flower; Her balcony, glimmering with the bright spring dew, Is either the tip of earth's Jade Mountain, Or a moon-edged roof of…

Duluth! The word fell upon my ear with a peculiar and indescribable charm, like the gentle murmur of a low fountain stealing forth in the midst of roses, or th…

And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds, His belly close to ground. I see the blade, Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade