Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a c...
[I]t is pain to think of innocence in ruin.
Man is a coward in space, for he is by himself.
Worry, my son?...I am not worried now and I never have or will. You must learn to tell worry from thought, and thought from prayer. Sometimes a light will go from your life...and your life becomes a p...
There is no room for pride in any man. There is no room for unkindness. There is no room for wit at the expense of others. All men are born the same, and equal. As you saw to-day, so come the Captains...
The world was created for Mankind, not for some of mankind.
I wonder is happiness only an essence of good living, that you shall taste only once or twice while you live, and then go on living with the taste in your mouth, and wishing you had the fulness of it...
Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.
The beauty and music...It is a call...And some are not strong.
Pain is a good cleanser of the mind and therefore of the sight. Matters which seem to mean the world, in health, are found to be of no import when pain is hard upon you.
It is strange how you shall hate a man, and yet pity him from the depths.
Now you know what hurt it brings to women when men come into the world. Remember, and make it up to your Mama and to all women.
Before you are much older...you will have policemen here to stay. A magistrate will be next. Then perhaps even a jail. And the counterparts of those things are hunger and want, and misery and idleness...
The man who goes to the top is the man who has something to say and says it when circumstances warrant. Men who keep silent underdressed are moral cowards.
It is strange how loud little sounds become when you are in the dark and doing something wrong.
Happy we were the, for we had a good house, and good food and good work.
Then sense. Use your sense. Not all of us are born for greatness, but all of us have sense. Make use of it. Think. Think long and well.
I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.
But to talk of the world that is hidden in every woman is a journey of pain, for the words are not in use to tell of it, and to use the words that are is only a hopping on uneven crutches.
A man will will never know a woman until he knows her work.