I Rebel; Therefore I Exist.

Where There Is No Hope, We Must Invent It.

He Who Despairs Of The Human Condition Is A Coward, But He Who Has Hope For It Is A Fool.

The Greatness Of Man Lies In His Decision To Be Stronger Than His Condition.

The Truth Is That Nothing Is Less Sensational Than Pestilence, And By Reason Of Their Very Duration Great Misfortunes Are Monotonous.

On Certain Mornings, As We Turn A Corner, An Exquisite Dew Falls On Our Heart And Then Vanishes. But The Freshness Lingers, And This, Always, Is What The Heart Needs. The Earth Must Have Risen In Just Such A Light The Morning The World Was Born.