I'll come up the steps to the house and the gardener will be clipping away at the hedges and he'll say, "Good evening, Mr. Younger...." And I'll say, "Hello, Jefferson, how are you this evening?" And I'll go inside and Ruth will come downstairs and meet me at the door and we'll kiss each other and she'll take my arm and we'll go up to your room to see you sitting on the floor with the catalogues of all the great schools in America around you.... All the great schools in the world! And--and I'll say, all right son--it's your seventeenth birthday, what is it you've decided?... Just tell me, what it is you want to be--and you'll be it.... Whatever you want to be--Yessir! You just name it, so ... and I hand you the world!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Work on good prose has three steps: a musical stage when it is composed, an architectonic one when it is built, and a textile one ...when it is woven.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where... the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
They made a paction tween them twa, They made it firm and sure,... That the first word whaeer shoud speak, Shoud rise and bar the door.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To deny the need for comprehensive child care policies is to deny a reality--that there's been a revolution in American life. Gran...dma doesn't live next door anymore, Mom doesn't work just because she'd like a few bucks for the sugar bowl.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I don't think of myself as a sex symbol or a servant. I think of myself as somebody who knows how to open the door of a 747 in the... dark, upside down, and under water.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh, that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me; when his lamp shone over my head, and by his lig...ht I walked through darkness; when I was in my prime, when the friendship of God was upon my tent; when the Almighty was still with me, when my children were around me; when my steps were washed with milk, and the rock poured out for me streams of oil! When I went out to the gate of the city, when I took my seat in the square, the young men saw me and withdrew, and the aged rose up and stood...LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »