The Streets And Alleys Of The Ward

And No Book Gives A Deeper Insight Into The Inner Life Of The Negro, His Struggles And His Aspirations, Than, The Souls Of Black Folk.

The Discrimination Is Not Made Openly, But A Negro Who Goes To Such Places Is Informed That There Are No Accommodations, Or He Is Overlooked And Otherwise Slighted, So That He Does Not Come Again.

Did You Think You Could Have The Good Without The Evil? Did You Think You Could Have The Joy Without The Sorrow? . . . . I Have Been Thinking Much About Pain. How Could I Help It? . . . . Sooner Or Later, Regardless Of The Wit Of Man, We Have Pain To Face; A Reality; A Final Inescapable, Immutable Fact Of Life. What Poor Souls, If We Have Then No Philosophy To Face It With! This Pain Will Not Last; It Never Has Lasted. I'll Think About What I Am Going To Write Tomorrow-not About Me, Not About My Body.

There Must Be A Technique For Meeting Pain. There Must Be A Technique Of Endurance Based On The Power Of The Soul To Maintain Its Own Serenity, As Marcus Aurelius Taught Long Ago.

Looking Back, I Have This To Regret, That Too Often When I Loved, I Did Not Say So.