[Upon being asked if, in the primitive Hunterdon County, New Jersey, mountain town where she lived, there was "any distinction of ...color" among the residents]: No, not a bit, The niggers and whites all live together. The whites are just as good as the niggers, and both are as bad as the devil can make 'em.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. ... I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For women ... poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of light within which we can ...predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hearing your words, and not a word among them Tuned to my liking, on a salty day... When inland woods were pushed by winds, that flung them Hissing to leeward like a ton of spray,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The philosophical I is not the human being, not the human body or the human soul with the psychological properties, but the metaph...ysical subject, the boundary (not a part) of the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Then you should say what you mean," the March Hare went on. "I do," Alice hastily replied; "at least--at least I mean what I... say--that's the same thing, you know." "Not the same thing a bit!" said the Hatter. "Why you might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent. Not all the coal that is dug warms the world. It remains indifferent to the lives of ...those who risk their life and health down in the blackness of the earth; who crawl through dark, choking crevices with only a bit of lamp on their caps to light their silent way; whose backs are bent with toil, whose very bones ache, whose happiness is sleep, and whose peace is death.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Where wit is a form of criticism or mockery, humor includes an element of self-criticism or self-mockery; where wit tends to procl...aim imperfection, humor wryly acknowledges it; where wit undresses you, humor goes naked. At its best, humor simultaneously hurts and heals, makes one larger from a willingness to make oneself less. It has essentially much more breadth than wit, from being much more universal in appeal and human in effect. If harder to translate or explain, it often need not be explained or translated at all, revealing itself in a sudden gesture, a happy juxtaposition. We speak constantly of "the humor of the situation," almost never of the wit; just so, virtually everything that is farcical or funny derives from humor gone a bit wild.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »