And none will hear the postman’s knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.

The most difficult problem in personal knowledge, whether of oneself or of others, is the problem of guessing when to think as a historian and when to think as an anthropologist.

To be happy means to be free, not from pain or fear, but from care or anxiety.

There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

Dance, dance, dance till you drop.

Though one cannot always Remember exactly why one has been happy, There is no forgetting that one was.