You and I By Henry Alford My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear; My ear is tired waiting for your call. I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer; Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all. I droop without your full, frank sympathy; We ought to be together—you and I; We want each other so, to comprehend The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen, or wrought. Companion, comforter and guide and friend, As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought. Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly, We ought to be together, you and I.

When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself

America never was America to me And yet I swear this oath - America will be!

Your explanation depresses me," I said. "Your nonsense depresses me," said Simple.

Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.

Through my grandmother's stories always life moved, moved heroically toward an end. Nobody ever cried in my grandmother's stories. They worked, or schemed, or fought. But no crying. When my grandmother died, I didn't cry, either. Something about my grandmother's stories (without her ever having said so) taught me the uselessness of crying about anything."

Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.