Memory in America suffers amnesia.

I am luminous with age.

Money is only money, beans tonight and steak tomorrow. So long as you can look yourself in the eye.

An abyss seems to have opened between the intellectual cosmopolites of culture and the people, hungry for word and meaning.

You can tell by looking at most people that the world remains a stone to them and a closed door.

Hard times ain't quit and we ain't quit.

It's not the suffering of birth, death, love that the young reject, but the suffering of endless labor without dream, eating the spare bread in bitterness, being a slave without the security of a slave.