From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

Hammer your thoughts into unity.

Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.

It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea