I was born in Alabama, but I only lived there for a month before I’d done everything there was to do.
And when I was born, I drew in the common air, and fell upon the earth, which is of like nature; and the first voice which I uttered was crying, as all others do. (Song of Solomon 7:3)
Man is born free; and everywhere he is in chains. One thinks himself the master of others, and still remains a greater slave than they. How did this change come about? I do not know. What can make it legitimate? That question I think I can answer. If I took into account only force, and […]
We are born naked, wet and hungry. Then things get worse.
No single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.
There’s one born every minute.
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into […]
I wept when I was born and every day explains why.
The history of the world and its peoples in three words: born, troubled, died.
The fact of having been born is a bad augury for immortality.