Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

So the brother in black offers to these United States the source of courage that endures, and laughter.

Friendship is a mysterious and ocean-bottom thing. Who can know the outer ranges of it? Perhaps no human being has ever explored its limits.

I want a busy life, a just mind, and a timely death.

Perhaps love is a compelling necessity imposed on man by God that has something to do with suffering