What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.

The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth.

[On homosexuality:] Our love may be faithful even unto death and beyond - yet the world will call it unclean.

It is bad for the soul to know itself a coward, it is apt to take refuge in mere wordy violence.

A great many women can feel and behave like men. Very few of them can behave like gentlemen.

Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.

Life's not all beer and skittles