One ever feels his twoness - an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
An American, a Negro... two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.
On a scale personal enough to be felt by all, but big enough to be symbolic, the two irreconcilable faiths of our time - Communism and Freedom - came to grips in the persons of two conscious and resolute men.
The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.
A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.
What is right for one soul may not be right for another. It may mean having to stand on your own and do something strange in the eyes of others.
Friendship is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.