Who knows what true loneliness is--not the conventional word, but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The ...most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion. Now and then a fatal conjunction of events may lift the veil for an instant. For an instant only. No human being could bear a steady view of moral solitude without going mad.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast. Those who once inhabited the suburbs of human contempt find that wit...hout changing their address they eventually live in the metropolis.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It seems that American patriotism measures itself against an outcast group. The right Americans are the right Americans because th...ey're not like the wrong Americans, who are not really Americans.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent, Saying, "Behold one outcast and in dread,... Against whose life the bow of power is bent, Who flies, and hath not where to lay his head; I come to thee for shelter and for food, To Yussouf, called through all our tribes 'he Good.' "
"This tent is mine," said Yussouf, "but no more Than it is God's; come in, and be at peace;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At the heart of male bonding is this experience of boys in early puberty: they know they must break free from their mothers and th...e civilized world of women, but they are not ready yet for the world of men, so they are only at home with other boys, equally outcast, equally frightened, and equally involved in posturing what they believe to be manhood.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state,... And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »