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you will not alter their opinions, for you have hurt their feelings.

gunman who didn't smoke or drink – was at bay, trapped in his sweetheart's apartment

It is the aim of this essay to study the period of history from 1861 to 1872 so far as it relates to the American Negro.

men may listen to the striving in the souls of black folk.

The time has not yet come for a complete history of the Negro peoples. Archæological

Indeed, where would modern anthropology be without the pioneer work of salacious travel writers?

The drowsiness returns. It is unwelcome. I recognize it as the sort of fitful twilight which has come over me of late, a twilight where waking dreams are dreamed and sleep never comes.

the origin of consciousness is the initiation of the sign-user into the world of signs by a sign-giver.

How strange to think that you cannot pass along the discovery.

A writer worth his salt is probably better off in an adversarial relation with the U.S. Senate.

Guess what?' I said. 'I have a psychic.' His head tilted questioningly, birdlike. A sidekick?

I understand there was some controversy about the coroner's ruling concerning Josephus Jones's

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

Remember my words, I may again return, I love you, I depart from materials, I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.

When I Read the Book When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life? And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life? (As if any man really knew aught of my life, Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to trace out here.)

The poet] is no arguer . . . he is judgment. He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

The known universe has one complete lover and that is the greatest poet.

When I Read the Book When I read the book, the biography famous,   And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life?   And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?   (As if any man really knew aught of my life,   Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life,   Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections   I seek for my own use to trace out here.)

I used to thrust papers, things, into my pockets: always had a lot of reading matter about my person somewhere: on ferries, cars, anywhere, I would read, read, read: it's a good habit to get into: have you ever noticed how most people absolutely waste most all their spare time?

There is hardly a more admirable impulse in the human soul than patriotism.

When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life? And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life? (As if any man really knew aught my life, Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to trace out here.)

Genuine polemics approach a book as lovingly as a cannibal spices a baby.

Quotations in my work are like wayside robbers who leap out armed and relieve the stroller of his convictions.

The idea that happiness could have a share in beauty would be too much of a good thing.