May those whose holy task it is,/To guide impulsive youth,
Fail not to cherish in their souls
A reverence for truth;
For teachings which the lips impart
Must have their source within the heart . . .

Provoking, isn't it? that when one is most in need of sensible words, one finds them not.

Ah, what a grand, glorious day this has been. The dawn of freedom which it heralds may not break upon us at once; but it will surely come, and sooner, I believe, than we have ever dared hope before . . .

Let me not forget again that I came not here for friendly sympathy or for anything else but to work, and to work hard. Let me do that faithfully and well.

I wonder that every colored person is not a misanthrope. Surely we have everything to make us hate mankind.