Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?

But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.

Do you ever read any of the books you burn?" He laughed. "That's against the law!" "Oh. Of course.

And they were all, when their souls grew warm, poets.

Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.

The terrible tyranny of the majority.

You can make yourself happy or miserable - it's the same amount of effort.