'You are thinking of the barriers we set up against you, and the handicap of your lot.

If you will write what it feels like to be a Negro, I will print that.' The result was a paper which has seemed to me the most moving expression of the hopeless hope of the race I know of.
"Page was generous in his cooeperation.

He never drew a rigid line about his share in any enterprise, but gave and took help with each and all.

A lover of good English, with an honest passion for things tersely said, Page esteemed good journalism far above any second-rate manifestation of more pretentious forms; but many of us will regret that he was not privileged to find some outlet for his energies in which aspiration for real literature might have played an ampler part.

For the literature of the past Page had great respect, but his interest was ever in the present and the future.
He was forever fulminating against bad writing, and hated the ignorant and slipshod work of the hack almost as much as he despised the sham of the man who affected letters, the dabbler and the poetaster.