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.

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.

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

clothes, after all, are a form of self-expression.

in this world there is only toleration for the so-called normal.

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.

Language is surely too small a vessel to contain these emotions of mind and body that have somehow awakened a response in the spirit.