Rudolph Fisher
In Harlem, black was white. You had rights that could not be denied you; you had privileges, protected by law. And you had money. Everybody in Harlem had money. It was a land of plenty.Collection: Rights
The rhythm persisted, the unfaltering common meter of blues, but the blueness itself, the sorrow, the despair, began to give way to hope.Collection: Giving
Angels rush in when fools are almost dead.Collection: Angel