Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.

She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

I'd rather be hissed at for a good verse, than applauded for a bad one.

That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.

The future has many names: For the weak, it means the unattainable. For the fearful, it means the unknown. For the courageous, it means opportunity.

Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. To journey is to be born and die each minute...All the elements of life are in constant flight from us, with darkness and clarity intermingled, the vision and the eclipse; we look and hasten, reaching out our hands to clutch; every happening is a bend in the road...and suddenly we have grown old. We have a sense of shock and gathering darkness; ahead is a black doorway; the life that bore us is a flagging horse, and a veiled stranger is waiting in the shadows to unharness us.

Close by the Rights of Man, at the least set beside them, are the Rights of the Spirit.