I really can't hate more than 5 or 10 years. Wouldn't it be terrible to be always burdened with those primary emotions you had at one time?

Many events seem to happen twice to me; even trifles, unimportant-seeming, recur, as if I were destined to live them again, time reconquered, but with added knowledge and a different outcome.

Persecution matures young rebels.

Strange are the ways of history, where no single thing abides, but all things flow into each other, fragment to fragment clinging.

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

Moralists have no place in an art gallery.

Truth, like surgery, may hurt, but it cures.