Whate'er my doom; It cannot be unhappy: God hath given me The boon of resignation.
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
We all have to rise in the end, not just one or two who were smart enough, had will enough for their own salvation, but all the halt, the maimed and the blind of us which is most of us.
Society isn't a simple organism with one nucleus and a fringe of little feet, it's an infinitely complex living structure and if you try to suppress any part of it by that much, and perhaps more, you diminish, you mutilate the whole.
All reduction of people to objects, all imposition of labels and patterns to which they must conform, all segregation can lead only to destruction.
Love is the only effective counter to death.
In all dying our ages are the same.
Pigeon-holes are only comfortable for pigeons.
The hater hates not for the sake of hatred but because he wants to drive away from his country the hated being or beings.
In everything was the spirit of children's play - not the rule-ridden, time-killing play of adults that is a preparation for death, but the busy and credulous play of children that is a preparation for life.
In America, everybody is, but some are more than others.