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.

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

Democracy is the best chance for the best people.

Nothing is quite honest that is not commercial, but not everything commercial is honest.

Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.

The test is always how we treat the poor.