I like what is in the work -- the chance to find yourself.

To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.

We live as we dream - alone.

The sea never changes and its works, for all the talks of men, are wrapped in mystery.

A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.

I have a voice, too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced

They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. There must be a moral bond first. All a man can betray is his conscience.