I love you so much.
I'm so glad I have you.
I figured you could use the rest.
I thought maybe by now you would have adjusted.
I wish you could hear yourself talking.
But I thought when people got married...
I mean, that they didn't feel this way all the time.
"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.
"I will stop you from living and forbid you to be planted," returned the Prince.
"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.
"I should say so!" grunted another of the piglets, looking uneasily at the kitten; "cats are cruel things."
"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.
I cannot give you any more.
"I wish I had that whistle," he said.
"I have some pennies," said Benjamin.
"See, mother," he said, "I have bought a whistle."
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.
I love thinking about the future.
I earn my living by it.
I am also a historian with a full understanding of how poverty, disease, ignorance, famine, and war have dominated life on this planet.
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.
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.
There was great rejoicing in the family that morning, but no one, not even the doctor, knew that I should never see or hear again.
I fancy I still have confused recollections of that illness.
But during the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers which the darkness that followed could not wholly blot out.
I cannot recall what happened during the first months after my illness.
If I have any experience which I think valuable, I am sure to reflect that this my Mentors said nothing about.
I think that we may safely trust a good deal more than we do.
When one man has reduced a fact of the imagination to be a fact to his understanding, I foresee that all men at length establish their lives on that basis.
Let us consider for a moment what most of the trouble and anxiety which I have referred to is about, and how much it is necessary that we be troubled, or at least careful.
By the words, necessary of life, I mean whatever, of all that man obtains by his own exertions, has been from the first, or from long use has become, so important to human life that few, if any, whether from savageness, or poverty, or philosophy, ever attempt to do without it.
When a man is warmed by the several modes which I have described, what does he want next?
If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life in years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who are somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly astonish those who know nothing about it.
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.