You are my only son.
I knew because he proved to me that I could trust him with my heart and soul - the way you trust your mother and father.
"I think your mother would nail my hide to the wall," he responded as he finished putting his belt on.
You keep telling me it's in the past - until you can dig it back up and throw it in my face again.
It's just not my style.
"My breath is bad," she said, squirming in his arms.
Still, she needs my help, do you think?
Oh no; it's just Eureka, my kitten.
"But why destroy my friends?" asked the little Wizard.
"You cannot eat my piglets, even if you are starving," declared the little man, in a stern voice.
But never mind; be brave, my friends, and I will go and tell our masters where you are, and get them to come to your rescue.
"For two reasons, my dear," the woman's voice answered.
"My gown isn't silk," she said, smiling.
Once you have tried my goods I am sure you will never be without them.
"Never mind, my child," said his mother, very kindly.
So he said, "Oh, my master, everybody should choose wisdom rather than wealth."
The caliph smiled, and said, "Very well, then, listen to my first wise saying: When your coat is worn out, don't sew on a new patch; it will look ugly."
Then he said, Listen now to my second word of wisdom.
My third wise saying is--
The poet bowed his head and obeyed: "But when the hour of death comes, O my caliph, then alas! thou wilt learn that all thy delights were but a shadow."
He has seen me in my blindness, and is trying to open my eyes.
The essence of my car is that it takes me places I want to go.
I spend much less time downloading a file now than I did back in the days of my 28.8 modem, even though the files I am downloading are vastly larger.
I spend less time waiting for Excel to do a recalculation of my formulas today than I did on my 386 in the 1990s, even though my spreadsheets are thousands of times more complex.
At this point, if you follow my reasoning, we have established at least the possibility of a bright future.
I can just see myself getting introduced as "the man who thought 'The Evolution of Dance' was art…" I don't need that in my life.)
I think it is bigger by "twenty hundred thousand times" (my favorite number used by Shakespeare.)
It will be a glorious time to be alive, and I believe my children will see it happen.
My father, Arthur H. Keller, was a captain in the Confederate Army, and my mother, Kate Adams, was his second wife and many years younger.
Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it.
Its old-fashioned garden was the paradise of my childhood.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell would find the first violets and lilies.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
Never have I found in the greenhouses of the North such heart-satisfying roses as the climbing roses of my southern home.
The beginning of my life was simple and much like every other little life.
I see young men, my townsmen, whose misfortune it is to have inherited farms, houses, barns, cattle, and farming tools; for these are more easily acquired than got rid of.
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.
Whatever have been thy failures hitherto, "be not afflicted, my child, for who shall assign to thee what thou hast left undone?"
We might try our lives by a thousand simple tests; as, for instance, that the same sun which ripens my beans illumines at once a system of earths like ours.
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.
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.
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
It shall be on your family's behalf that I'll start my apprenticeship as old maid.
"You know," said the princess in the same tone of voice and still in French, turning to a general, "my husband is deserting me?
"Madame, I doubt my ability before such an audience," said he, smilingly inclining his head.
Wait a moment, I'll get my work....
Fetch me my workbag.
"Why no, my dear fellow," said the astonished narrator, shrugging his shoulders.