Maybe I've met my own brothers and we never knew it.

I'd give everything in the world, if I had it, to look into a man's face and know that he was my brother.

It must be a wonderful feeling." These things are the tragedies of the poor.

And although such a misfortune never happened to me, this problem stared me in the face when I began carrying those fatal telegrams.

I tackled the problem with a boyish mind.