A weakened mind always sees everything through a black veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is dark$$$ which is why you see such a cloudy sky.

I am strong against everything$$$ except against the death of those I love. He who dies gains; he who sees others die loses.

So much the worse for those who fear wine$$$ for it is because they have some bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts.

I am hungry$$$ feed me; I am bored$$$ amuse me.

But the very voices that cry hail to this good work are$$$ strange to relate$$$ largely silent or antagonistic to the higher education of the Negro.

High in the tower$$$ where I sit above the loud complaining of the human sea$$$ I know many souls that toss and whirl and pass$$$ but none there are that intrigue me more than the Souls of White Folk.

I add that I who speak here am bone of the bone and flesh of the flesh of them that live within the veil.

We have no right to sit silently by while the inevitable seeds are sown for a harvest of disaster to our children$$$ black and white.

The true college will ever have but one goal - not to earn meat$$$ but to know the end and aim of that life which meat nourishes.

Every woman is a rebel$$$ and usually in wild revolt against herself.