43 Quotes by Countee Cullen

And if I please you so, my lover,Remember praise is comely.

Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: To make a poet black, and bid him sing.

For we must be one thing or the other, an asset or a liability, the sinew in your wing to help you soar, or the chain to bind you to earth.

So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.

Your love to me was like an unread book.

There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.

I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage.

My poetry, I think, has become the way of my giving out what music is within me.

Lord, forgive me if my need Sometimes shapes a human creed.