The dignity of the individual demands that he be not reduced to vassalage by the largesse of others.

An administration, like a machine, does not create. It carries on.

It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war.

I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: 'I am busy with matters of consequence!' And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man - he is a mushroom!

Grown-ups love figures... When you tell them you've made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? " Instead they demand "How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? " Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

The dignity of the individual demands that he be not reduced to vassalage by the largesse of others.

To live is to be slowly born.