We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves.
We fought so long against small things that we became small ourselves.
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.
You said they had found the secret of happiness because they had never heard that love can be a sin.
Critics? I love every bone in their heads.