Night is a curious child, wandering Between earth and sky, creeping In windows and doors, daubing The entire neighborhood With purple paint.

- Frank Marshall Davis

Ideas rise with new mornings but never die.

- Frank Marshall Davis

I admire Russia for wiping out an economic system which permitted a handful of rich to exploit and beat gold from the millions of plain people…. As o…

- Frank Marshall Davis

Robert Whitmore died of apoplexy when a stranger from Georgia mistook him for a former Macon waiter.

- Frank Marshall Davis