A black boxer's career is the perfect metaphor for the career of a black male. Every day is like being in the gym, sparring with i...mpersonal opponents as one faces the rudeness and hostility that a black male must confront in the United States, where he is the object of both fear and fascination.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man is only a reed, the weakest in nature; but he is a thinking reed. There is no need for the whole universe to take up arms to c...rush him: a vapor, a drop of water is enough to kill him. But even if the universe were to crush him, man would still be nobler than his slayer, because he knows that he is dying and the advantage the universe has over him. The universe knows nothing of this.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man is but a reed, the feeblest one in nature; but he is a thinking reed. The entire universe need not arm itself to crush him--a ...vapor, a drop of water suffices to kill him. But if the universe were to crush him, man would still be nobler than that which killed him, because he knows that he dies and the advantage which the universe has over him; the universe knows nothing of this.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Of all the stereotypes of parenthood, one of the most destructive is the assumption that all mothers are cut out for Donna Reed ki...nd of maternal love and that fathers are biologically incapable of it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fear no more the frown o' th' great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;... Care no more to clothe and eat, To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages;... Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat, To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There might be seen here on the bank of the Merrimack, near Goff's Falls, in what is now the town of Bedford,... some graves of th...e aborigines. The land still bears this scar here, and time is slowly crumbling the bones of a race. Yet, without fail, every spring, since they first fished and hunted here, the brown thrasher has heralded the morning from a birch or alder spray, and the undying race of reed-birds still rustles through the withering grass. But these bones rustle not. These mouldering elements are slowly preparing for another metamorphosis, to serve new masters, and what was the Indian's will ere long be the white man's sinew.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »