Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.

There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.

In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite.

Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?

The past is a bucket of ashes

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.