There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.

So your desire is to do nothing? Well, you shall not have a week, a day, an hour, free from oppression. You shall not be able to lift anything without agony. Every passing minute will make your muscles crack. What is feather to others will be a rock to you. The simplest things will become difficult. Life will become monstrous about you. To come, to go, to breathe, will be so many terrible tasks for you. Your lungs will feel like a hundred-pound weight.

For prying into any human affairs, non are equal to those whom it does not concern.

God is behind everything, but everything hides God.

There is a material advancement; we desire it. There is, also, a moral grandeur; we hold fast to it.

When liberty returns, I will return.

The need of the immaterial is the most deeply rooted of all needs. One must have bread; but before bread, one must have the ideal.