I had to learn that there is more to the human being than material comfort, more than success, more even than national spirit or patriotism. That in any being worthy of being human there is also a demand for justice, for liberty, and that justice needs the evidence of all our lives, liberty is one and indivisible and collective, and no one can talk of justice solely for expediency's sake, nor of liberty while human beings, anywhere else on earth, are still in bondage.

People never think about words, they only feel them.

No single crisis shapes a generation; but a succession of events, each one bringing its shaping blows to bear.

People bring to what they see and feel, the inner weather of their souls and complexion of their minds.

And there is not anything in the world stronger than tenderness.

With some people there is such a thing as the habit of betrayal.

Moralists have no place in an art gallery.