Prejudice is a seeping, dark stain, I think, more difficult to fight than hatred-which is powerful and violent and somehow more honest.

You can never tell what will happen to a theory before you can get around to using it.

Prejudice is a seeping, dark stain, I think, more difficult to fight than hatred-which is powerful and violent and somehow more honest.

Any fear is always worse than the thing itself.

Perhaps for the purposes of war racial differences had been buried, but certainly in no deep grave.

Real separation, to me, is the death of love. Any other - parting - well, it just isn't real.

At first trouble is a new experience - gradually you learn that - that it isn't fatal.