“The shades of the prison house closed round about us all: walls strait and stubborn to the whitest, but relentlessly narrow, tall,… — W.E.B. Du Bois Crime Copy Share Image
“Lo! we are diseased and dying, cried the dark hosts; we cannot write, our voting is vain; what need of education, since… — W.E.B. Du Bois Criticism Copy Share Image
“A university is a human invention for the transmission of knowledge and culture from generation to generation, through the training of quick… — W.E.B. Du Bois Education Copy Share Image
“was at first bitter, and showed itself in ashes, insult, and blood; for the South believed an educated Negro to be a… — W.E.B. Du Bois Racism Copy Share Image
“What in the name of reason does this nation expect of a people, poorly trained and hard pressed in severe economic competition,… — W.E.B. Du Bois Hopelessness Copy Share Image
“found the world a puzzling thing: it asked little of them, and they answered with little, and yet it ridiculed their offering.… — W.E.B. Du Bois Indifference Copy Share Image
“Today even the attitude of the Southern whites toward the blacks is not, as so many assume, in all cases the same;… — W.E.B. Du Bois Complexity Copy Share Image
“ Joseph Stalin was a great man; few other men of the 20th century approach his stature. He was simple, calm and… — W.E.B. Du Bois Common man Copy Share Image
“Again, we may decry the color-prejudice of the South, yet it remains a heavy fact. Such curious kinks of the human mind… — W.E.B. Du Bois Common decency Copy Share Image
“Now it happens that both master and man have just enough argument on their respective sides to make it difficult for them… — W.E.B. Du Bois Copy Share Image
“The nineteenth was the first century of human sympathy, -- the age when half wonderingly we began to descry in others that… — W.E.B. Du Bois Copy Share Image
“When now we turn and look five miles above, there on the edge of town are five houses of prostitutes,—two of blacks… — W.E.B. Du Bois Black boy Copy Share Image
“But, back of this, still broods silently the deep religious feeling of the real Negro heart, the stirring, unguided might of powerful… — W.E.B. Du Bois Life worth living Copy Share Image
