Love Is The Cheapest Of Religions.

We Like To Have Work To Do, So As To Have The Right To Rest.

Waiting Is Still An Occupation. It Is Having Nothing To Wait For That Is Terrible.

To Avenge A Wrong Done To You, Is To Rob Yourself Of The Comfort Of Crying Out Against The Injustice Of It.

Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois State.

I Was Happy Enough; I Knew That During The Night The Whole City Might Go Up In Flames And All Its People Be Killed, But The Ravines, Houses, And Footpaths Would Wake In The Morning Calm And Unchanged.