For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.

Only love, and not reason, yields kind thoughts.

No man remains quite what he was when he recognizes himself.

What good would politics be, if it didn’t give everyone the opportunity to make moral compromises.

Forbearance in the face of fate, beauty constant under torture, are not merely passive. They are a positive achievement, an explicit triumph.

Every reasonable human being should be a moderate Socialist.

(T)here was a story they used to tell at home about a girl whose punishment was that every time she opened her mouth, snakes and toads came out, snakes and toads with every word. The book didn't say what she did about it, but I've always assumed she probably ended up keeping her mouth shut.