Wait And Wait. Most People's Lives Are

It Is All Right You're Saying You Do Not Need Other People, But There Are A Lot Of People Who Need You.

You Can Make A Killing As A Playwright In America, But You Can't Make A Living.

It Is Apparent That Nations Cannot Exist For Us. They Are The Playthings Of Children, Such Toys As Children Break From Boredom And Weariness. The Branch Of A Tree Is My Country. My Freedom Sleeps In A Mulberry Bush. My Country Is In The Shivering Legs Of A Little Lost Dog.

The Machines Men Are So Intent On Making Have Carried Them Very Far From The Old Sweet Things.

The Father Spent His Time Talking And Thinking Of Religion. He Proclaimed Himself An Agnostic And Was So Absorbed In Destroying The Ideas Of God That Had Crept Into The Minds Of His Neighbors That He Never Saw God Manifesting Himself In The Little Child That, Half Forgotten, Lived Here And There On The Bounty Of Her Dead Mother's Relatives.