Freedom in capitalist society always remains about the same as it was in ancient Greek republics: Freedom for slave owners.

We have all the light we need, we just need to put it in practice.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

See him, the newborn, dirty but marvelous, ridiculous in actuality, infinite in possibility, capable of that ultimate miracle, growth.

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.