That time we all heard it, cool and clear, cutting across the hot grit of the day. The major Voice. The adult Voice forgoing Rolling River, forgoing tearful tale of bale and barge and other symptoms of an old despond. Warning, in music-words devout and large, that we are each other's harvest: we are each other's business: we are each other's magnitude and bond.

Believe me, I loved you all. Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you All.

Our earth is round, and, among other things That means that you and I can hold completely different Points of view and both be right. The difference of our pos…

What shall I say, how is the truth to be said? You were born, you had body, you died. It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

'Don't give up! I believe in you all. A person's a person, no matter how small! And you very small persons will not have to die If you make yourselves heard! S…

'This', cried the Mayor, 'is your town's darkest hour! The time for all Whos who have blood that is red To come to the aid of their country!', he said. 'We've …

What all other men are is of the greatest importance to me. However independent I may imagine myself to be, however far removed I may appear from mundane consi…