There is something about poverty that smells like death.
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.
The man who interprets Nature is always held in great honor.
Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!
So the brother in black offers to these United States the source of courage that endures, and laughter.
Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.