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

There is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness.

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

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.

Sadness is so ungrateful.

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

All humans are frightened of their own solitude. But only in solitude can we learn to know ourselves, learn to handle our own eternal aloneness.