To Be A Poor Man Is Hard,

The World Is Shrinking Together; It Is Finding Itself Neighbor To Itself In Strange, Almost Magic Degree.

Would America Have Been America Without Her Negro People?

A Man Does Not Look Behind The Door Unless He Has Stood There Himself

There Can Be No Perfect Democracy Curtailed By Color, Race, Or Poverty. But With All We Accomplish All, Even Peace.

And Yet Not A Dream, But A Mighty Reality- A Glimpse Of The Higher Life, The Broader Possibilities Of Humanity, Which Is Granted To The Man Who, Amid The Rush And Roar Of Living, Pauses Four Short Years To Learn What Living Means