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  • My love for my children makes me glad that I am what I am, and keeps me from desiring to be otherwise; and yet, when I sometimes open a little box in which I still keep my fast yellowing manuscripts, the only tangible remnants of a vanished dream, a dead ambition, a sacrificed talent, I cannot repress the thought, that after all I have chosen the lesser part, that I have sold my birthright for a mess of pottage

    James Weldon Johnson (2009). “James Weldon Johnson: The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man”, p.199, ReadHowYouWant.com