I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.

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

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

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun?... Or does it explode?

I will not take "but" for an answer.

I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.

It's such a Bore Being always Poor.

Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.

Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

I live in Harlem, New York City. I am unmarried. I like 'Tristan,' goat's milk, short novels, lyric poems, heat, simple folk, boats and bullfights; I dislike 'Aida,' parsnips, long novels, narrative poems, cold, pretentious folk, buses and bridges.

I was a victim of a stereotype. There were only two of us Negro kids in the whole class, and our English teacher was always stressing the importance of rhythm in poetry. Well, everybody knows - except us - that all Negroes have rhythms, so they elected me class poet.

I will not take 'but' for an answer.

In all my life, I have never been free. I have never been able to do anything with freedom, except in the field of my writing.

My chief literary influences have been Paul Laurence Dunbar, Carl Sandburg, and Walt Whitman. My favorite public figures include Jimmy Durante, Marlene Dietrich, Mary McLeod Bethune, Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt, Marian Anderson, and Henry Armstrong.

My personal experience has been that in my 25 years of writing, I have not been asked to do more than four or five commercial one-shot scripts. These were performed on major national hook-ups but produced for me no immediate additional jobs or requests. One script for BBC was done around the world with an all-star cast.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

My writing has been largely concerned with the depicting of Negro life in America.

One of the great needs of Negro children is to have books about themselves and their lives that can help them be proud.

Perhaps the mission of an artist is to interpret beauty to people - the beauty within themselves.

The Jewish people and the Negro people both know the meaning of Nordic supremacy. We have both looked into the eyes of terror.

To my mind, it is the duty of the younger Negro artist, if he accepts any duties at all from outsiders, to change through the force of his art that old whispering 'I want to be white,' hidden in the aspirations of his people, to 'Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!'

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 are not, it doesn't matter. We know we are beautiful. And ugly too.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die. Life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.

Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

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

Reach high, for the stars lie hidden in your soul. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water.

When it is not on the side of civil rights, then the law is not right, it is white.

Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard of democracy, therefore, is education.

The experience of democracy is like the experience of life itself-always changing, infinite in its variety, sometimes turbulent and all the more valuable for having been tested by adversity.

In democracy everyone has the right to be represented, even the jerks.

But democracy isn't a state of perfection. It has to be improved, and that means constant vigilance.

Democracy is stronger than terrorism, and we will not cower to the terrorists' campaign of fear.

Our brave soldiers and support personnel are engaged in a battle as important as any the United States has ever before waged, for the success of democracy in Iraq is a crucial test of the ideals this Nation was founded upon.

American and Israel share a special bond. Our relationship is unique among all nations. Like America, Israel is a strong democracy, a symbol of freedom, and an oasis of liberty, a home to the oppressed and persecuted.

Democracy is also a form of worship. It is the worship of Jackals by Jackasses.

Until the control of the issue of currency and credit is restored to government and recognized as its most conspicuous and sacred responsibility, all talks of the sovereignty of Parliament and of democracy is idle and futile.

And when we draw lines in the sand with regard to certain basic things that are vital to our interest and to the interest of democracy and our friends around the world, we have to be willing to back that up.