The history of an oppressed people is hidden in the lies and the agreed myth of its conquerors.

A good civilization gives the greatest possible scope to the common passions and makes them intelligible among the great number of people.

The body repeats the landscape. They are the source of each other and create each other.

It's not the suffering of birth, death, love that the young reject, but the suffering of endless labor without dream, eating the spare bread in bitterness, being a slave without the security of a slave.

Memory in America suffers amnesia.

These are the stories that never, never die, that are carried like seed into a new country, are told to you and me and make in us new and lasting strengths.

Human history is work history. The heroes of the people are work heroes.