In conversation the game is, to say something new with old words. And you shall observe a man of the people picking his way along, step by step, using every time an old boulder, yet never setting his foot on an old place.

I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.

Imagination is a very high sort of seeing.

Liberty is slow fruit. It is never cheap; it is made difficult because freedom is the accomplishment and perfectness of man.

The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.

Knowledge exists to be imparted.

When some external event raises your spirits and you think good days are preparing for you, do not believe it. It can never be so. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.