High in the tower, where I sit above the loud complaining of the human sea, I know many souls that toss and whirl and pass, but none there are that i… - W. E. B. Du Bois

I believe that all men, black, brown, and white, are brothers.

John,” she said, “does it make every one — unhappy when they study and learn lots of things?”

He paused and smiled. “I am afraid it does,” he said.

“And, John, are you glad you studied?”

“Yes,” came the answer, slowly but positively.

She watched the flickering lights upon the sea, and said thoughtfully, “I wish I was unhappy, — and — and,” putting both arms about his neck, “I think I am, a little, John.

Out of the temptation of Hate, and burned by the fire of Despair, triumphant over Doubt, and steeled by Sacrifice against Humiliation, . . . He bent to all the gibes and prejudices, to all hatred and discrimination with that rare courtesy which is the armor of pure souls. . . . he simply worked, inspiring the young, rebuking the old, helping the weak, guiding the strong.