You burned the city of London in our houses and we felt the flames.

There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.

A real writer learns from earlier writers the way a boy learns from an apple orchard -- by stealing what he has a taste for, and can carry off

Democracy is never a thing done. Democracy is always something that a nation must be doing.

The dissenter is every human being at those moments of his life when he resigns momentarily from the herd and thinks for himself.

Our reliance in this country is on the inquiring, individual human mind. Our strength is founded there; our resilience, our ability to face an ever-changing future and to master it. We are not frozen into the backward-facing impotence of those societies, fixed in the rigidness of an official dogma, to which the future is the mirror of the past. We are free to make the future for ourselves.

Beauty is that Medusa's head which men go armed to seek and sever, and dead will starve and sting forever.