A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.

The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.

Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away.

Men should be like Kleenex, soft, strong and disposable.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.