We are constantly invited to be who we are.

No people ever lived by cursing their fathers, however great a curse their fathers might have been to them.

There is but one stage for the peasant and the actor.

Life in us is like the water in a river.

I have found all things thus far, persons and inanimate matter, elements and seasons, strangely adapted to my resources.

Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps.

Politics is but a narrow field.