The writer is by nature a dreamer - a conscious dreamer.

Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.

In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.

Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.

I see a green tree. And to me it is green. And you would call the tree green also. And we would agree on this. But is the colour you see as green the same colour I see as green?

It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.

We are homesick most for the places we have never known.