The heroic soul does not sell its justice and its nobleness.
Man exists for his own sake and not to add a laborer to the State.
The divine gift is ever the instant life, which receives and uses and creates, and can well bury the old in the omnipotency with which Nature decomposes all her harvest for recomposition.
Earth laughs in flowers.
Live in the sunshine.
Every burned book or house enlightens the world; every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side.