"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
"Oh, Black known and unknown poets, how often have your auctioned pains sustained us? Who will compute the lonely nights made less lonely by your songs, or by the empty pots made less tragic by your tales? If we were a people much given to revealing secrets, we might raise monuments and sacrifice to the memories of our poets, but slavery cured us of that weakness."
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Source: Maya Angelou (2009). “Singin' and Swingin' and Gettin' Merry Like Christmas”, p.19, Random House
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