A quote from Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe. Goethe was a German poet and natural philosopher, 1749-1832.
This quote is an excerpt is from Book VI called “Martyrdom.” This chapter pertains to “Messages and records of the heroes of past and present who have sacrificed themselves for the sake of the future.”
All those who oppose intellectual truths merely stir up the fire; the cinders fly about and set fire to that which else they had not touched.
A poem by Langston Hughes, Black American poet and writer, entitled “Scottsboro” from Book IV called “Out of The Depths.” This chapter is focused on man’s pursuit of remedy for social injustice:
8 BLACK BOYS IN A SOUTHERN JAIL
WORLD TURN PALE!
8 black boys and one white lie.
Is it too much to die?
Is it much to die when immortal feet,
March with down Time’s street,
When beyond steel bars sound the deathless drums
Like a mighty heart-beat as they come?
Who fought alone,
That mad mob
That tore the Bastille down
Stone by stone.
Fighters for the free.
Lenin with the flag blood red.
(Not dead! Not dead! None of these is dead.)
To walk with you–
8 BLACK BOYS IN A SOUTHERN JAIL.
WORLD TURN PALE!
A poem by Lady Wilde entitled “Despair” from Book IV called “Out of The Depths.” This chapter is focused on man’s pursuit of remedy for social injustice:
Before us dies our brother, of starvation;
Around are cries of famine and despair!
Where is hope for us, or comfort or salvation–
If the angels ever hearken, downward bending,
They are weeping, we are sure,
At the litanies of human groans ascending,
From the crushed hearts of the poor.
We never knew a childhood’s mirth and gladness,
Nor the proud heart of youth free and brave;
Oh, a death-like dream of wretchedness and sadness
Is life’s weary journey to the grave!
Day by day we lower sink, and lower,
Till the God-like soul within
Falls crushed beneath the fearful demon power
Of poverty and sin.
So we toil on, on with fever burning
In heart and brain;
So we toil on, on through bitter scorning,
Want, woe, and pain.
We dare not raise our eyes to the blue heavens
Or the toil must cease–
We dare not breathe the fresh air God has given
One hour in peace.