We are training not isolated men but a living group of men, - nay, a group within a group. And the final product of our training must be neither a ps… - W. E. B. Du Bois

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We are training not isolated men but a living group of men, - nay, a group within a group. And the final product of our training must be neither a psychologist nor a brickmason, but a man. And to make men, we must have ideals, broad, pure, and inspiring ends of living, - not sordid money-getting, not apples of gold. The worker must work for the lory of his handiwork, not simply for pay; the thinker must think for truth, not for fame. And all this is gained only by human strife and longing; by ceaseless training and education; by founding Right on righteousness and Truth on the unhampered search for Truth...and weaving thus a system, not a distortion, and bringing a birth, not an abortion.

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About W. E. B. Du Bois

William Edward Burghardt Du Bois (23 February 1868 – 27 August 1963) was an American civil rights activist, sociologist, educator, historian, author, editor, and scholar.

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Native Name: William Edward Burghardt Du Bois
Alternative Names: WEB Du Bois W.E.B. Du Bois W. E. B. du Bois W.E.B. du Bois

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