Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.
A distant enemy is always preferable to one at the gate.
We change ideas like neckties.
To defy heredity is to defy billions of years, to defy the first cell
Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!
I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.