Early this morning, I signed my death warrant.
I credit poetry for making this space-walk possible.
A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond.
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
Curiosity will conquer fear even more than bravery will.
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?
The absence of the heavy boot of Europe has preserved to these people the agile walk of the wild animal, while the general simplicity of their lives has given them many other points of physical perfection.
Man wants but little here below, nor wants that little long.
I was only a working-class boy from a Nationalist ghetto. But it is repression that creates the revolutionary spirit of freedom.