A thief is a man in need. A liar is a man in fear.

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

Your saying 'I do not understand you' is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve.

The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.

The most wonderful thing, Mary, is that you and I are always walking together, hand in hand, in a strangely beautiful world, unknown to other people. We both stretch one hand to receive from Life - and Life is generous indeed.

But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you? You who travel with the wind, what weathervane shall direct your course? What man's law shall bind you if you break your yoke but upon no man's prison door? What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble against no man's iron chains? And who is he that shall bring you to judgment if you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man's path? People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?

What is fear of need but need itself?