Beware the/easy griefs, that fool and fuel nothing./It is too easy to cry "AFRIKA!"/and shock thy street,/and purse thy mouth,/and... go home to thy "Gunsmoke," to/thy "Gilligan's Island" and the NFL.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Paul de Bursac: You don't think much of me, Captain Morgan. You're wondering why they have chosen me for this mission. I wonder to...o. As you know, I am not a brave man. On the contrary, I'm always frightened. I wish I could borrow your nature for awhile, Captain. When you meet danger, you never think of anything except how you will circumvent it. The word failure does not even exist for you. While I, I think always, suppose I fail and that I am frightened. Harry Morgan: Yeah, I can easily see how it wouldn't take much courage to get a notorious patriot off Devils' Island. But uh, but just for professional reasons, I'd like to know how you're going to do it. Paul de Bursac: We will find a way. It might fail, and if it does and I'm, I'm still alive, I will try to pass on my information, my mission, to someone else, perhaps to a better man who does not fail. Because there is always someone else. That is the mistake the Germans always make with people they try to destroy. There will be always someone else.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had been sitting in my mother's house in a small town in Rhode Island watching the Miss America Pageant, as we always did. After... the telecast, I went into the kitchen with my bathrobe tied around by neck singing, "Therrrre She Is, Miss A-mer-i-caaa!" And that very next year I was there on that stage, with God knows how many people watching, and millions of seventeen-year-old women sitting in their living rooms watching the Miss America Pageant. Well, I was so emotionally touched by the whole moment that I was hysterical crying! That I was there, and that there were millions of people watching me, dreaming about doing it someday.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passio...nate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island. In this cry of pain the inner consciousness of the people seems to lay itself bare for an instant, and to reveal the mood of beings who feel their isolation in the face of a universe that wars on them with winds and seas.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
They all came, some wore sentiments Emblazoned on T-shirts, proclaiming the lateness... Of the hour, and indeed the sun slanted its rays Through branches of Norfolk Island pine as though Politely clearing its throat....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world, and that his heart is no island cut off fr...om others lands, but a continent that joins to them.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the Catholic world, one can leave one's home and wander in various fields, but the tents of the Church are large, its compassio...n great, forgiveness easy. The loss of home in Protestant living is more difficult, yet not shattering, for each man is still a part of the entire community who are bound by an impersonal ethic of love. But in Jewish life, each home is an island unto itself, and the severing of the ties of family and tradition causes a tremor which can never be settled. The position of the Jews through the centuries, a stranger in every land, no voice, no ban their own, deepens this traumatic condition. For not only have they no home as their own as a people, but within each alien culture the strange gods tear away the sons and there is no home in the family.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »