Children, I talks to God and God talks to me. I goes out and talks to God in de fields and de woods. Dis morning I was walking out..., and I got over de fence. I saw de wheat a holding up its head, looking very big. I goes up and takes holt ob it. You b'lieve it, dere was no wheat dare? I says, God, what is de matter wid dis wheat? and he says to me, "Sojourner, dere is a little weasel in it." Now I hears talkin' about de Constitution and de rights of man. I comes up and I takes hold of dis Constitution. it looks mighty big, and I feels for my rights, but der aint any dare. Den, I says, God, what ails dis Constitution? He says to me, "Sojourner, dere is a little weasel in it." I carry no weapon; the Lord will reserve [i.e., preserve] me without weapons, I feel safe even in the midst of my enemies; for the truth is powerful and will prevail.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness & of pain: of strength & freedom. The be...auty of disappointment & never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, & everlasting beauty of monotony.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We enter parliament in order to supply ourselves, in the arsenal of democracy, with its own weapons.... If democracy is so stupid ...as to give us free tickets and salaries for this bear's work, that is its affair.... We do not come as friends, nor even as neutrals. We come as enemies. As the wolf bursts into the flock, so we come.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The cult of individuality and personality, which promotes painters and poets only to promote itself, is really a business. The gre...ater the "genius" of the personage, the greater the profit.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In public buildings set aside for the care and maintenance of the goods of the middle ages, a staff of civil service art attendant...s praise all the dead, irrelevant scribblings and scrawlings that, at best, have only historical interest for idiots and layabouts.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »