I love people. I love my family, my children . . . but inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up. |
If our American way of life fails the child, it fails us all. |
If you want to understand today, you have to search yesterday. |
In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on. A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book. I am a writer and I take up my pen to write. |
In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on. A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book. I am a writer and I take up my pen to write. |
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that is where I renew my springs that never dry up. |
It may be that religion is dead, and if it is, we had better know it and set ourselves to try to discover other sources of moral strength before it is too late. |
Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death. |
Like Confucius of old, I am so absorbed in the wonder of the earth and the life upon it, that I cannot think of heaven and the angels. |
Loneliness is about the scariest thing there is. |
Love alone could waken love. |
Love dies only when growth stops. |
Man was lost if he went to a usurer, for the interest ran faster than a tiger upon him. |
Men would rather be starving and free than fed in bonds. |
None who have always been free can understand the terrible fascinating power of the hope of freedom to those who are not free. |