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

Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted" -Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)

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

I have put my pen at the service of some of the most persecuted and misunderstood people in the world. So far as I know nothing of the kind has ever been attempted before in fiction.

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

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

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.