A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.
We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.
Are you afraid of the good you might do?
Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions
When you get an idea into your head you find it in everything.
People do not lack strength; they lack will.