How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?

And when the war broke out, its real horrors, its real dangers, its menace of real death were a blessing compared with the inhuman reign of the lie, and they brought relief because they broke the spell of the dead letter.

I used to be very revolutionary, but now I think that nothing can be gained by brute force. People must be drawn to good by goodness.

All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.

In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.

I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.