All the forces in the world are not so powerful as an idea whose time has come.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.

But secondly you say 'society must exact vengeance, and society must punish'. Wrong on both counts. Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.

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.

Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.

Do you hear the people sing Lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of a people Who are climbing to the light. For the wretched of the earth There is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end And the sun will rise.