The night whose sable breast relieves the stark, White stars, is no less lovely being dark — Countee Cullen
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, and wait, and tend our agonizing seeds. — Countee Cullen
For we must be one thing or the other, an asset or a liability, the sinew in your wing to help you soar — Countee Cullen
There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call — Countee Cullen