The Serious Revolutionary, Like The Serious Artist,

Until We Know The Assumptions In Which We Are Drenched, We Cannot Know Ourselves.

If I Cling To Circumstances I Could Feel Not Responsible. Only She Who Says She Did Not Choose, Is The Loser In The End.

Lying Is Done With Words And Also With Silence.

What Kind Of Beast Would Turn Its Life Into Words?

I Have An Inward Treasure Born With Me, Which Can Keep Me Alive If All The Extraneous Delights Should Be Withheld Or Offered Only At A Price I Cannot Afford To Give.