It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.

No one can bar the road to truth, and to advance its cause I am prepared to accept even death.

A man is happy so long as he chooses to be happy and nothing can stop him.

Still, everybody wants to eat.

Yes, you live with your feet in the mud and there's no time to be thinking about how you got in or how you're going to get out.

If one is forever cautious, can one remain a human being?

It's quite enough to show a well-beaten dog the whip.