So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.

It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.

There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.

I remember in my early 20s when I felt I couldn't live past 30. I was learning how to write. I had a lot of hard work ahead of me.

Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.

There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name is All Women. There is only one child in the world and the child's name is All Children.

In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite.