Adventure-seasoned and storm-buffeted, I shun all signs of anchorage, because The zest — Claude McKay
I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsiana’s red, blood-red in warm December. — Claude McKay
Idealism is like a castle in the air if it is not based on a solid foundation of social and political realism. — Claude McKay
Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed. — Claude McKay
Upon the clothes behind the tenement, that hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, linking each flat — Claude McKay