It was in my heart to help a little because I was helped much.

All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.

And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.

You have your ideology and I have mine.

Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.