Everybody has clothes lying around their house, everybody has some thing to give.

Sometimes (the exposure) was more than once a day. They would come out of the fields covered. Their clothes would be green with pesticides. Their throats would be dry. They would be coughing. They were suffering from skin ailments.

I had a dream that I went down (to New Orleans) and helped, but since it was the week before school, I decided to do a clothing drive because that was a more reasonable option.

The money will go to the Red Cross or any other organization people can write checks to.

To have all your life's work and to have them along the wall, it's like walking in with no clothes on. It's terrible.

Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted or enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles.