Literature may be light as a cobweb, but it must be fastened down to life at the four corners.

I saw what could be done with words, for I had a vision of a new world as I talked.

War proves nothing. To kill a man does not prove that he was in the wrong. Bloodletting cannot change men's spirits, neither can the evil of men's thoughts be driven out by blows. If I go to my neighbor's house, and break her furniture, and smash her pictures, and bind her children captive, it does not prove that I am fitter to live than she - yet according to ethics of nations it does. I have conquered her and she must pay me for my trouble; and her house and all that is left in it belongs to my heirs and successors, forever. That is war!

People must know the past to understand the present, and to face the future.

The horse on the treadmill may be very discontented, but he is not disposed to tell his troubles, for he cannot stop to talk.

the grief that can be turned into words soon heals.

I want to leave something behind when I go; some small legacy of truth, some word that will shine in a dark place.