Perhaps the mission of an artist is to interpret beauty to people - the beauty within themselves.

Dreams are like the paints of a great artist. Your dreams are your paints, the world is your canvas. Believing, is the brush that converts your dreams into a masterpiece of reality.

One of the great needs of Negro children is to have books about themselves and their lives that can help them be proud.

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

To my mind, it is the duty of the younger Negro artist, if he accepts any duties at all from outsiders, to change through the force of his art that old whispering 'I want to be white,' hidden in the aspirations of his people, to 'Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!'