When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.
“Luckily, I'm a governor - so I get to tell you what I've already done not just what I'm going to do.”
“Art distills sensation and embodies it with enhanced meaning in a memorable form - or else it is not art.”