It is through suppression that hells are formed in us.

Im an American. Weve translated democracy and brotherhood and equality into enterprise and opportunity and success - and thats getting Americanised.

Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to us.

Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.

To cease to love -- that is defeat.

They made small effort to cover their raw souls with the mantle of commonplace words.

But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?