It was the bumble bee and the butterfly who survived, not the dinosaur.

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

To be bound by hungers is a beautiful thing but to be bound by physical hungers only is too low a state for man.

It was the bumble bee and the butterfly who survived, not the dinosaur.

Suddenly many movements are going on within me, many things are happening, there is an almost unbearable sense of sprouting, of bursting encasements, of moving kernels, expanding flesh.

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.

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