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The music of an unhappy people, of the children of disappointment; they tell of death and suffering and unvoiced longing toward a truer world, of misty wanderings and hidden ways.

W. E. B. Du Bois

Education is that whole system of human training within and without the school house walls, which molds and develops men.
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Development Education Human Training Wall
In 1956, I shall not go to the polls. I have not registered. I believe that democracy has so far disappeared in the United States that no ‘two evils’ exist. There is but one evil party with two names, and it will be elected despite all I can do or say.
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Believe Democracy Election Evil Existence Myself Vote
The time must come when, great and pressing as change and betterment may be, they do not involve killing and hurting people.
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Better Change Death Hurt Kill People Time
So often do you see collegians enter life with high resolve and lofty purpose and then watch them shrink and shrink to sordid, selfish, shrewd plodders, full of distrust and sneers.
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Learning Life Purpose Selfish Trust
A little less complaint and whining, and a little more dogged work and manly striving, would do us more credit than a thousand civil rights bills.
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Bill Civilization Man Price Right Work
For education among all kinds of men always has had, and always will have, an element of danger and revolution, of dissatisfaction and discontent.
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Content Dangerous Education Kind Men Revolution Satisfaction
Honest and earnest criticism from those whose interests are most nearly touched,- criticism of writers by readers, of government by those governed, of leaders by those led, – this is the soul of democracy and the safeguard of modern society
W. E. B. DU BOIS

Democracy Government Honesty Leadership Safety Soul Touch
One thing alone I charge you. As you live, believe in life! Always human beings will live and progress to greater, broader and fuller life. The only possible death is to lose belief in this truth simply because the great end comes slowly, because time is long.
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Believe Death Greatness Human Life Live Possible Progress Simplicity Time
I believe that all men, black and brown, and white, are brothers, varying, through Time and Opportunity, in form and gift and feature, but differing in no essential particular, and alike in soul and in the possibility of infinite development.
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Believe Black Brother Development Men Myself Opportunity Possible Soul Time
The world is shrinking together; it is finding itself neighbor to itself in strange, almost magic degree.
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Magic Strange Togetherness World
It is the stars, it is the ancient stars, it is the young and everlasting stars!
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Ancient Nature Stars Young
As Negro voting increased, Congress got an improved sense of hearing.
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Hear Improvement Vote
The time must come when, great and pressing as change and betterment may be, they do not involve killing and hurting people.
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Better Change Death Hurt Kill People Time
Men must not only know, they must act.
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Action Man
The return from your work must be the satisfaction which that work brings you and the world’s need of that work. With this, life is heaven, or as near heaven as you can get. Without this – with work which you despise, which bores you, and which the world does not need – this life is hell.
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Heaven Hell Life Need Return Satisfaction Work World
I believe in pride of race and lineage and self: in pride of self so deep as to scorn injustice to other selves.
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Believe Justice Myself Pride Race

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