The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

The Armful For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold with hand and mind And heart, if need be, I will do my best. To keep their building balanced at my breast. I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; Then sit down in the middle of them all. I had to drop the armful in the road And try to stack them in a better load.

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

If the writer does not cry, the reader does not cry.

A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.

Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.

We're either nothing or a God's regret.