Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy

He only has freedom who ideally loves freedom himself and is glad to extend it to others. He who cares to have slaves must chain himself to them. He who builds walls to create exclusion for others builds walls across his own freedom. He who distrusts freedom in others loses his moral right to it.

The question and the cry 'Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance 'I am!'

The fundamental desire of life is the desire to exist.

Whatever character our theology may ascribe to him, in reality God is the infinite ideal of Man, towards whom men move in their collective growth, with whom they seek their union of love as individuals, in whom they find their ideal of father, friend and beloved.

Those who own much have much to fear.