And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

The land is so much more than its analysis.

The candle aimed its spark of light at heaven, like an artist who consumes himself to become divine.

It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.

The utter insanity of living in a place like this doesn't occur to the 9,000,000 people who inhabit New York. Except for visits I think I shall not be here any more as a resident.

There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.