Whom Man Kills, Him God Restoreth To

Brothers, He Who Dies Here Dies In The Radiance Of The Future, And We Are Entering A Tomb All Flooded With The Dawn.

All The Forces In The World Are Not So Powerful As An Idea Whose Time Has Come.

Not Being Heard Is No Reason For Silence.

Smallness In A Great Man Seems Smaller By Its Disproportion With All The Rest.

She Was Sad With An Obscure Sadness Of Which She Had Not The Secret Herself. There Was In Her Whole Person The Stupor Of A Life Ended But Never Commenced.