Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.

A child sees everything, looks straight at it, examines it, without any preconceived idea.

We have been so blinded by thinking and feeling that we have never seen the World.

It is finer to bring one noble human being into the world and rear it well... than to kill ten thousand.

A word may become so defiled by bad use that it will take a century before it can be purifed, and brought into use again.

It is the swimmer who first leaps into the frozen stream who is cut sharpest by the ice; those who follow him find it broken, and the last find it gone. It is the men or women who first tread down the path which the bulk of humanity will ultimately follow, who must find themselves at last in solitudes where the silence is deadly.

We were equals once when we lay new-born babes on our nurse's knees. We will be equal again when they tie up our jaws for the last sleep.