Your home is regarded as a model home, your life as a model life. But all this splendor, and you along with it... it's just as though it were built upon a shifting quagmire. A moment may come, a word can be spoken, and both you and all this splendor will collapse.

If I cannot be myself in what I write, then the whole is nothing but lies and humbug.

Writing has... been to me like a bath from which I have risen feeling cleaner, healthier, and freer.

Poetry is to hold judgment on your soul.

A community is like a ship; everyone ought to be prepared to take the helm.

Mrs LINDE: When you've sold yourself once for the sake of others, you don't do it second time.

Oh yes, right—right. What is the use of having right on your side if you have not got might?