I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have out walked 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. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet. When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly light, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father s. He's more particular. The father is always a Republican towards his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.

The truly educated can listen to any view without losing their temper or self-confidence.

There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see.

I'd just as soon play tennis with the net down.