I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma$$$ a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

Truly generous men are always ready to become sympathetic when their enemys misfortune surpasses the limits of their hatred.

When mores are sufficient$$$ laws are unnecessary; when mores are insufficient$$$ laws are unenforceable.

If it ain't a pleasure$$$ it ain't a poem.

To be a poor man is hard$$$ but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.

The power of the ballot we need in sheer defense$$$ else what shall save us from a second slavery?

One ever feels his twoness$$$ -- an American$$$ a Negro; two souls$$$ two thoughts$$$ two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body$$$ whose dogged strenth alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

Writing is both mask and unveiling.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied$$$ and thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Loneliness is not a function of solitude.