Oh, grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.

Man's abiding happiness is not in getting anything but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself, to ideas which are larger than his individual life, the idea of his country, of humanity, of God.

The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom, and yet keep it for himself.

The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

When you have once taken up a responsibility, you must see it through.

I'm lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth's last love. I will take life's final offering, I will take the last human blessing.