Ideas Can No More Flow Backward Than

Do You Hear The People Sing Lost In The Valley Of The Night? It Is The Music Of A People Who Are Climbing To The Light. For The Wretched Of The Earth There Is A Flame That Never Dies. Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise.

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.

Popularity - A Piece Of Faded Tinsel, That Is Out Of Date.

Hypocrisy Is Nothing, In Fact, But A Horrible Hopefulness.

What Would Be Ugly In A Garden Constitutes Beauty In A Mountain.