Home Life Ceases To Be Free And

Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines. There Must Be Ghosts All The Country Over, As Thick As The Sand Of The Sea.... We Are, One And All, So Pitifully Afraid Of The Light.

In Great Memories There Lies The Seed Of Growth.

It’s A Release To Know That In Spite Of Everything A Premeditated Act Of Courage Is Still Possible.

I Believe That Before Anything Else I'm A Human Being -- Just As Much As You Are... Or At Any Rate I Shall Try To Become One. I Know Quite Well That Most People Would Agree With You, Torvald, And That You Have Warrant For It In Books; But I Can't Be Satisfied Any Longer With What Most People Say, And With What's In Books. I Must Think Things Out For Myself And Try To Understand Them.

Marriage! Nothing Else Demands So Much Of A Man