Once freedom lights its beacon in man's heart, the gods are powerless against him.

Man is the being whose project it is to be God.

We make our own hell out of the people around us.

Life is nothing until it is lived; but it is yours to make sense of, and the of it is nothing other than the sense you choose.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

Because the Nazi venom worked its way even into our thoughts, every accurate thought was a conquest; because an all-powerful police sought to force us into silence every word became as precious as a declaration of principle; because we were persecuted, each of our gestures carried the weight of a commitment.