With his head in his hands, God thought and thought, Till he thought: I’ll make me a man! — James Weldon Johnson
Labor is the fabled magician’s wand, the philosophers stone, and the cap of good fortune. — James Weldon Johnson
Nothing great or enduring, especially in music, has ever sprung full-fledged and — James Weldon Johnson
The fortress inspired a tremendous confidence. It was the only propeller driven — James Weldon Johnson
O Black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire? — James Weldon Johnson
Southern white people despise the negro as a race, and will do nothing to aid in his elevation — James Weldon Johnson
The southern whites are in many respects a great people. Looked at from a certain point — James Weldon Johnson
We must begin to tell our young, there’s a world waiting for you, yours is the quest that’s just begun. — James Weldon Johnson
When we arrived in london, my sadness at leaving paris was turned into despair. — James Weldon Johnson
Through my music teaching and my not absolutely irregular attendance at church — James Weldon Johnson
There are a great many colored people who are ashamed of the cake-walk, but I think they ought to be proud of it. — James Weldon Johnson
The peculiar fascination which the south held over my imagination and my limited capital — James Weldon Johnson
