Vanessa didn't like it, but I figured a cop wasn't going to stop for a kid waving his hat in the street, not that day. They just might stop if they saw Darryl bleeding there, though. I argued briefly with her and Darryl settled it by lurching to his feet and dragging himself down toward Market Street.
Depend not on fortune, but on conduct.
It is not enough to do good; one must do it the right way.
Be courteous to all, but intimate with few; and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.
I nearly fell again, but new hands grabbed me from in front and dragged me down a steel floor and then forced me to my knees and locked my hands to something behind me.
To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization, and at present very few people have reached this level.
If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read "President Can't Swim".