“The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.”

I dream a world… where wretchedness will hang its head and joy, like a pearl, attends the needs of all mankind. Of such I dream, my world!

We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.

Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

Hang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead.

Out of love, No regrets– Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets– Though the return Be never.

Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding.

Life dosent frighten me at all.

I stay cool, and dig all jive, That’s the way I stay alive. My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return.

Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.

Everything there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on your old soul.

Well, when Christ comes back this time, I hope He comes back mad His own self. I hope He drives the Jim Crowers out of their high places, every living last one of them from Washington to Texas.

Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.

Money and art are far apart.

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed – Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.

I’m sorry love scares me, I’ve only seen it end in pain.

Love is the only thing worth to live for and die for.

If your heart is broken it doesn’t mean it can’t love again.

Give love a chance and wait for the magic it makes your life.

How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?

In a world where insensitivity and indifference are overrated. Don’t lose faith in love and warmth. You may feel lost and worn out, but the most magical and the richest place will always be a kind heart.

Small steps. I’ve been trying to treat myself better. I like to do my make up in the morning. I repeat some affirmations. Something for me.

The first supermoon of the year comes with a lot of love even if it’s clouded by heartache for some.