You can't crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them.
Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the devil.
The crooning turns to a sunrise singing.
Life is a loom, weaving illusion.
They tried to get me-I got them first! (suicide note)
Oh, I have walked in Kansas Through many a harvest field, And piled the sheaves of glory there And down the wild rows reeled: Each sheaf a little yellow sun, A heap of hot-rayed gold; Each binder like Creation's hand To mold suns, as of old.