We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")

All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words.

There are two generic and invariable features that characterize utopias. One is the content: the authors of utopias paint what they consider to be ideal societies; translating this into the language of mathematics, we might say that utopias bear a + sign. The other feature, organically growing out of the content, is to be found in the form: a utopia is always static; it is always descriptive and has no, of almost no, plot dynamics.

There is no joy nobler than suffering for the sake of love for man.

The next stage of development, perhaps in the distant future, will be a social order under which there will be no need for the coercive power of the state.

Those two, in paradise, were given a choice: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative.

The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")