My character of the Tramp, the millions of workers symbolized in that one figure.

Beauty is an omnipresence of death and loveliness, a smiling sadness that we discern in nature and all things, a mystic communion that the poet feels.

If you're really truthful with yourself, it's a wonderful guidance.

Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

They cheer me because they all understand me, and they cheer you because no one understands you.

Your Pain May Give Laugh To Somebody But Your Laugh Shouldn't Give Pain To Anybody

During my incarceration Mother visited me. She had in some way managed to leave the workhouse and was making an effort to establish a home for us. Her presence was like a bouquet of flowers; she looked so fresh and lovely that I felt ashamed of my unkempt appearance and my shaved iodined head.'You must excuse his dirty face,' said the nurse.Mother laughed, and how well I remember her endearing words as she hugged and kissed me: 'With all thy dirt I love thee still.