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I watched children dying. That will be the image that will stay with me.
At the lodge the chief gave me many particulars which were relative to the late visit of the Spaniards.
I dish the dirt out and I can take it. But why should my mother and children have to take it?
There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.
Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.
We were put to Dickens as children but it never quite took. That unremitting humanity soon had me cheesed off.
The man who won't loan money isn't going to have many friends - or need them.
Those who do not know how to live must make a merit of dying.
Without women to nurture in this world, how do - how do men get by? How do children get by? How does society get by at all?
