The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away.

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.”

I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.

I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?