Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust.

It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.

Some day some one will write a book about that frantic search of the creative worker for silence and freedom, not only from interruption but from the fear of interruption.

A cat and a Bible, and nobody needs to be lonely.

Peace is not a passive but an active condition, not a negation but an affirmation.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.

... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?