There is no thermometer for wants!
It is you men who make war! ... We, who have children, would never make it! Why should a woman be broken up in pain, to give her child life, only to see him carried away from her, to make food for guns?
Anger is like mild, it should not be kept too long.
Truth is its own defense.
There's nothing final about a mistake, except its being taken as final.
Curiosity is the only thing that really carries through time, isn't it? The creative curiosity, I mean, which fights its way into expression?