The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread. When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!" When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

What they could do with 'round here is a good war. What else can you expect with peace running wild all over the place? You know what the trouble with peace is? No organization.

To live means to finesse the processes to which one is subjugated.

Things take indeed a wondrous turn When learned men do stoop to learn.

Everyone needs help from everyone.

Right is its own defense.

Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.