When we define democracy now it must still be as a thing hoped for but not seen.
The melting-pot idea is futile ... The brew in a melting pot is always boiling over.
What seems new is only new to us.
My first vivid memory is...when first I looked into her face and she looked into mine. That I do remember, and that exchanging looks I have carried with me all of my life. We recognized each other. I was her child and she was my mother.
an artist is always seeking revelation.
It is natural anywhere that people like their own kind, but it is not necessarily natural that their fondness for their own kind should lead them to the subjection of whole groups of other people not like them.