Number me the things that are not yet come- gather me together the dross that are scattered abroad- make me the flowers green again that are withered- Open me the places that are closed, and bring me forth the winds that in them are shut up- shew me the image of a voice: and then I will declare to thee the thing that thou labor to know.
You have strength born of years of grief and anger... The strength of a man denied revenge.
If one million of you give assent to the one thousand who participate in the murder of a child, then one million of you are a million times guilty.
Purity. Serenity... Solitude: What you ought to uphold. But the important thing is whether you believe it.
It is right that one must come so far to see the world as it is meant to be.