Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.

Don't give me the peace that passeth understanding, give me understanding.

I, for one, love strength, daring, fortitude. I do not want people to kill the fight in them; I want them to fight for right things.

I do not mean to object to a thorough knowledge of the famous works we read. I object only to the interminable comments and bewildering criticisms that teach but one thing: there are as many opinions as there are men.

The beginning of my life was simple and much like every other little life. I came, I saw, I conquered, as the first baby in the family always does.

We, the people, are not free. Our democracy is but a name. We vote? What does that mean? It means we choose between Tweedledee and Tweedledum. We elect expensive masters to do our work for us, and then blame them because they work for themselves and for their class.

The heart of a friend gives out sufficient light for us in the dark to rise by.