To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”

There are ten men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.

There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off.

I am! I have come through! I belong!