Now, however, I see the folly of attempting to hitch one's wagon to a star with a harness that does not belong to it.

No smile is as beautiful as the one that struggles through tears.

If you look toward the sunshine, you will never see the shadows.

The few who profit from the labor of the masses want to organize the workers into an army which will protect the interests of the capitalists.

People are too prone to think that the actual is the limit of possibility. They believe that all that has been done is all that can be done.

What can rulers, nobility and all the lords of the earth say to justify the horrible killing and maiming of twenty or thirty million valuable men who a short while ago ploughed, dug, wove, built, guided the traffic of the world, took their pleasure, loved their fellows, cherished their families, and feared naught?

We betray ourselves into smallness when we think the little choices of each day are trivial.