In the invincible and indescribable squalor of Harlem ... I was tormented. I felt caged, like an animal. I wanted to escape.… — James A. Baldwin Copy Share Image
“I tell you, say the rich, the poor are naught but dirty wind welling in air-shafts over the cinders and droppings of… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
The distractions, the exhaustions, the savage noises, the demands of town life, are, for me, mortal enemies to thought, to sleep,and to… — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward Copy Share Image
Was it love of people?' I asked her. 'Of course no,' she snapped sharply. 'How can you love ignorant, brutish people whom… — Jennifer Worth Copy Share Image
Not only did I rediscover every experience of my life, I had to live each unfulfilled desire as well—as though they’d been… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
For a wonderful physical tie binds the parents to the children; and - by some sad, strange irony - it does not… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Have not all theists painted their Deity as the god of love and goodness? Yet after thousands of years of such preachments… — Emma Goldman Copy Share Image
“Satin occupied a couple of rooms which a chemist had furnished for her in order to rescue her from the clutches of… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
There's no question that in my lifetime, the contrast between what I called private affluence and public squalor has become very much… — John Kenneth Galbraith Copy Share Image
Organisation of social insurance should be treated as one part only of a comprehensive policy of social progress. Social insurance fully developed… — William Beveridge Copy Share Image
