“i carry a message that i can not read.the words may be haunting ,or tender or sweet.though what it says,i don not know.i still carry it with me ,where ever i go.”

“WORDSI carry a messagethat i cannot read.The words may be hauntingor tender or sweet.Thought what it saysI do not know,I still carry it with me,wherever i go.”

“Would you rather leave?”“Absolutely not. I may be bloodied, but I can still carry a sword.”

“OK.Now, I may be engaged, but I'm not going to get carried away.”

“What more can anyone take from me?" said my father, his head bent down. "Everywhere I go I carry my hell with me.”

“People talk of “social outcasts.” The words apparently denote the miserable losers of the world, the vicious ones, but I feel as though I have been a “social outcast” from the moment I was born. If ever I meet someone society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.”