`` I know '', Jones said dejectedly.

I don't know yet, it's crazy ; ;

`` I know him.

I don't know what goes on around here, and I don't care.

I don't know what makes you think you can get away with this kind of business, and I don't care about that, either.

My future lay solely with the hall, yet what did I know about the hall at this point??

I wished to prepare myself but did not even know what sort of clothes I ought to be wearing.

`` I know you've got a grudge against me, and maybe I can't blame you.

`` I don't know, Tom.

`` I don't know, Mr. Brenner '', he said haltingly, beginning to get an inkling of Brenner's plans.

I don't know what you're up to, but when Brenner '' --

`` I don't know nothin' about him ''.

I suppose you don't know anything about a piece of two-by-four, either ; ;

`` I know you ain't ''!!

I said, `` Do we know each other, Miss ''??

He caught up with me once and grabbed me, but I was all covered with zing -- it's very slippery, you know ''.

`` I didn't know.

`` How would I know??

True, she was my Aunt, married to an Uncle related to me only by marriage, but why she had married a man twice her age, and more, perhaps, I did not know or much care.

Why she married him I do not know.

`` I know.

I would tell them I got a letter from home stating that five of my Negroes had runaway and ten of Pappy's.

I discovered in the course of a visit there that almost all the pupils were Negroes.

I once tried to describe to a very well-known American intellectual the conditions among Negroes in the South.

I tried to explain what has happened, unfailingly, whenever a significant body of Negroes move North.

God knows what the African nations, who hold 25 per cent of the voting stock in the U.N. were thinking -- they may, for example, have been thinking of the U.S. abstention when the vote on Algerian freedom was before the Assembly -- but I think I have a fairly accurate notion of what the Negroes in the gallery were thinking.

I was curious about the impact of this political assassination on Negroes in Harlem, for Lumumba had -- has -- captured the popular imagination there.

Unless one takes refuge in the theory -- however disguised -- that Negroes are, somehow, different from white people, I do not see how one can escape the conclusion that the Negro's status in this country is not only a cruel injustice but a grave national liability.

His explanation for this decision was, " Damn the Negroes, I am fighting those traitorous aristocrats, their masters.

: For my part, I was never an admirer of Uncle Tom, nor of his type of goodness ; but I believe that there were lots of old Negroes as foolishly good as he ; the proof of which is that they knowingly stayed and worked on the plantations that furnished sinews for the army which was fighting to keep them enslaved .”

But I am particularly grateful to you, as are a number of my friends, both white and colored, for the dignified and decent treatment of Negroes in this scene.

Pugh wrote in his diary: " I have agreed with the Negroes today to pay them monthly wages.

All I knew about the Congo was what people were saying about it at the time: ' The Negroes are big children, it's fortunate for them that we're there, etc '".

“... the Negroes are to be separate in practically all things and are to be treated as a separate caste and to that I am opposed.

I am honestly against the social intermingling of Negroes and Whites but I hold nothing personal against the Negroes as a race.

I believe Negroes should have the right indiscriminate use of the ballot, and in Mississippi too — when their main purpose is not to put me out of office and when they won't try to besmirch the reputation of my state.

Washington disagreed with Sir Guy ’ s actions and wrote: “… the measure is totally different from the letter and spirit of the Treaty but waiving the specialty of the point, leaving this decision to our respective Sovereigns I find it my duty to signify my readiness in conjunction with you to enter into agreements, or take any measures which may be deemed expedient to prevent the future carrying away any Negroes or other property of the American people .”

Now, I don't know if Mr. Stewart has a prejudice against Negroes, but I just wanted you all to know about it.

It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.

If it were not for an old professor who made me read the classics I would have been stymied on what to do, and now I understand why they are classics ; ;

I worked for my Uncle ( an Uncle by marriage so you will not think this has a mild undercurrent of incest ) who ran one of those antique shops in New Orleans' Vieux Carre, the old French Quarter.

My new Aunt was perhaps three or four years older than I and it had been a long time since I had seen as gorgeous a woman who oozed sex.

I don't even remember who wrote it but it was one of those 15th or 16th century poets.

If it were not that I knew who it was I could have mistaken it for my Aunt so well did her clothes fit him.

In the hut to which I was assigned -- Max had his own quarters -- my food was brought to me by a wrinkled crone with bare drooping breasts who seemed to enjoy conversing with me in rudimentary phrases.

When I question them as to what they mean by concepts like liberty and democracy, I find that they fall into two categories: the simpler ones who have simply accepted the shibboleths of their faith without analysis ; ;

I asked the same questions inside the launch-control rooms of an Atlas missile base in Wyoming, where officers who wear sidearms are manning the `` commit buttons '' that could start a war -- accidentally or by design -- and in the command centers where other pistol-packing men could give orders to push such buttons.

I persuaded an Australian friend who had lived `` outback '' for years to take me to see some aborigines living in the bush.

I don't mean a few aesthetes who play about with sensations, like a young prince in a miniature dabbling his hand in a pool.

`` Now that Bruno Walter is virtually in retirement and my dear friend Dimitri Mitropoulos is no longer with us, I am probably the only one -- with the possible exception of Leonard Bernstein -- who has this special affinity for and champions the works of Bruckner and Mahler ''.

`` I have just come from viewing a man who had made the fortune of his country, but now is working all night in order to support his family '', he reflected.

`` As an independent American I considered all who were not for us, and you amongst the rest, as against us, yet be assured that John Jay never ceased to be the friend of Peter Van Schaack ''.

I think that we are here also talking of the kind of fear that a young boy has for a group of boys who are approaching at night along the streets of a large city.

Given a theological lead, I asked what he thinks about those who find a religious significance to his plays.

I must confess that I prefer the Liberal who is personally affected, who is willing to send his own children to a mixed school as proof of his faith.

A dear, respected friend of mine, who like myself grew up in the South and has spent many years in New England, said to me not long ago: `` I can't forgive New England for rejecting all complicity ''.