I hope you are enjoying our first book selection, The Souls of Black Folk. Here are some memorable passages for me:
“Herein lies the tragedy of the age: not that men are poor, –all men know something of poverty, not that men are wicked,–who is good? No that men are ignorant,–what is Truth? Nay, but that men know so little of men.”
”It is, then, the strife of all honorable men of the twentieth century to see that in the future competition of races the survival of the fittest shall mean the triumph of the good, the beautiful, and the true; that we may be able to preserve for future civilization all that is really fine and noble and strong, and not continue to put a premium on greed and impudence and cruelty.”
“Even so is the hope that sang in the songs of my fathers well sung. If somewhere in this whirl and chaos of things there dwells Eternal Good, pitiful yet masterful, then anon in His good time Americana shall rend the Veil and the prisoned shall go free. Free, free as the sunshine trickling down the morning into these high windows of mine, free as yonder fresh young voices welling up to me from the caverns of brick and mortar below—swelling with song, instinct with life, tremulous treble and darkening bass. My children, my little children, are singing to the sunshine, and this they sing.”
What passages speak to you?