I love you so much.
I didn't ask about his family tree.
I'm so glad I have you.
I figured you could use the rest.
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
I thought maybe by now you would have adjusted.
But I guess if we have, it's no worse than having a child out of wedlock.
"I don't know," answered the boy, looking around him curiously.
"I don't know," said Zeb, who was still confused.
I will lead you to it.
"Now," said the Wizard of Oz, "having created something from nothing, I will make something nothing again."
"Phoo!" snarled the kitten; "I wouldn't touch the nasty things!"
But I noticed some strawberries growing in one of the gardens, and some melons in another place.
In the strict sense of the word I am not a Wizard, but only a humbug.
"I stopped a minute to give those birds to their mother," he answered.
Said Farmer John to Neighbor Joe, "I bring my little roan up Not for the good he now can do, But will do when he's grown up."
"Children, to-morrow I shall expect all of you to write compositions," said the teacher of Love Lane School.
He looked at the bright, yellow pieces and said, "What shall I do with these coppers, mother?"
I cannot give you any more.
"I wish I had that whistle," he said.
"I have some pennies," said Benjamin.
I am the second variety.
In this book, I maintain the future will be without ignorance, disease, hunger, poverty, and war, and I support those assertions with history, data, and reason.
I also see the pace of problem solving—and change in general—accelerating at an astonishing rate.
However, if you had been born in 1992, turning twenty the year I am writing this, and tried now to imagine life in 2062, you would suppose that everything is going to change.
By that, I am referring to computers, connectivity, GPS, fiber, the cloud, and all things made of, or influenced by, silicon—the entire bundle of technologies relating to computation and communication.
I love thinking about the future.
I earn my living by it.
My mother solved the problem by giving it as her wish that I should be called after her mother, whose maiden name was Helen Everett.
Even after my illness I remembered one of the words I had learned in these early months.
It was the word "water," and I continued to make some sound for that word after all other speech was lost.
I ceased making the sound "wah-wah" only when I learned to spell the word.
They tell me I walked the day I was a year old.
The impulse gone, I fell down and cried for her to take me up in her arms.
The doctor thought I could not live.
I sometimes wonder that we can be so frivolous, I may almost say, as to attend to the gross but somewhat foreign form of servitude called Negro Slavery, there are so many keen and subtle masters that enslave both North and South.
I have lived some thirty years on this planet, and I have yet to hear the first syllable of valuable or even earnest advice from my seniors.
If I have any experience which I think valuable, I am sure to reflect that this my Mentors said nothing about.
If I had remembered this it would have prevented some mistakes.
This was not the light in which I hoed them.
The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior.
You may say the wisest thing you can, old man--you who have lived seventy years, not without honor of a kind--I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that.
I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch.
"I think," said the prince with a smile, "that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia's consent by assault.
A propos," she added, becoming calm again, "I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families.
"I shall be delighted to meet them," said the prince.
"I often think," she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation--"I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed.
I don't speak of Anatole, your youngest.
I don't like him, she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows.