Washington is the city where the big men of little towns come to be disillusioned.

We reduce the deity to vulgar fractions. We place our own little ambitions and label them ?divine messages?. With our short sight we affect to take a….

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perf….

All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy..

Money is a great dignifier..

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,- - This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we s….

We wear the mask that grins and lies..

But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core..

Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes..

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in. A minute to smile and an hour to weep in. A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the mo….

The age is materialistic. Verse isn't. I must be with the age, so I am writing prose..

What Joe Hamilton lacked more than anything else in the world was some one to kick him. Many a man who might have lived decently and become a fairly ….

A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life!.

A song fluttered down in the form of a dove, And it bore me a message, the one word-Love!.

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,- When he beats his bars and would be free; It is not a carol of ….

With our short sight we affect to take a comprehensive view of eternity. Our horizon is the universe..

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,You are soft as the nesting dove.Come to my heart and bring it restAs the bird flies home to its welcome nest..

It's all a farce, - these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the year is dying..

..we wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes- this debt we pay to human guile; with torn and bleeding hearts we sm….

Only the rich are lonesome..

People are taking it for granted that [the Negro] ought not to work with his head. And it is so easy for these people among whom we are living to bel….